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BURIAL.

1. To think of it!
To think of time—of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued hence-
     forward!
2. Have you guessed you yourself would not continue?
Have you dreaded those earth-beetles?
Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?
3. Is to-day nothing? Is the beginningless past nothing?
If the future is nothing, they are just as surely
     nothing.
4. To think that the sun rose in the east! that men
     and women were flexible, real, alive! that every-
     thing was alive!
To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor
     bear our part!
To think that we are now here, and bear our part!
5. Not a day passes—not a minute or second, without
     an accouchment!
Not a day passes—not a minute or second, without a
     corpse!
6. The dull nights go over, and the dull days also,
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The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent
     and terrible look for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the
     brothers and sisters are sent for,
Medicines stand unused on the shelf—(the camphor-
     smell has long pervaded the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the
     hand of the dying,
The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of
     the dying,
The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look
     upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
7. The living look upon the corpse with their eye-sight,
But without eye-sight lingers a different living, and
     looks curiously on the corpse.
8. To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall,
     and fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon
     us now—yet not act upon us!
To think of all these wonders of city and country,
     and others taking great interest in them—and
     we taking no interest in them!
9. To think how eager we are in building our houses!
To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite
     indifferent!
10. I see one building the house that serves him a few
     years, or seventy or eighty years at most,
I see one building the house that serves him longer
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11. Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole
     earth—they never cease—they are the burial
     lines,
He that was President was buried, and he that is now
     President shall surely be buried.
12. Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and
     ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets,
     a gray discouraged sky overhead, the short last
     daylight of Twelfth Month,
A hearse and stages—other vehicles give place—
     the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the
     cortege mostly drivers.
13. Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the
     death-bell, the gate is passed, the new-dug grave
     is halted at, the living alight, the hearse un-
     closes,
The coffin is passed out, lowered and settled, the
     whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly
     shovelled in,
The mound above is flatted with the spades—
     silence,
A minute, no one moves or speaks—it is done,
He is decently put away—is there anything more?
14. He was a good fellow, free-mouthed, quick-tempered,
     not bad-looking, able to take his own part, witty,
     sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for
     a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate hearty,
     drank hearty, had known what it was to be
     flush, grew low-spirited toward the last, sickened,
     was helped by a contribution, died, aged forty-
     one years—and that was his funeral.

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15. Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves,
     strap, wet-weather clothes, whip carefully chosen,
     boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing
     on you, you loafing on somebody, head-way, man
     before and man behind, good day's work, bad
     day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first out, last
     out, turning in at night,
To think that these are so much and so nigh to
     other drivers—and he there takes no interest
     in them!
16. The markets, the government, the working-man's
     wages—to think what account they are through
     our nights and days!
To think that other working-men will make just as
     great account of them—yet we make little or
     no account!
17. The vulgar and the refined—what you call sin and
     what you call goodness—to think how wide a
     difference!
To think the difference will still continue to others,
     yet we lie beyond the difference.
18. To think how much pleasure there is!
Have you pleasure from looking at the sky? have
     you pleasure from poems?
Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in
     business? or planning a nomination and elec-
     tion? or with your wife and family?
Or with your mother and sisters? or in womanly
     house-work? or the beautiful maternal cares?
These also flow onward to others—you and I flow
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But in due time you and I shall take less interest
     in them.
19. Your farm, profits, crops,—to think how engrossed
     you are!
To think there will still be farms, profits, crops—yet
     for you, of what avail?
20. What will be, will be well—for what is, is well,
To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall
     be well.
21. The sky continues beautiful,
The pleasure of men with women shall never be sated,
     nor the pleasure of women with men, nor the
     pleasure from poems,
The domestic joys, the daily house-work or business,
     the building of houses—these are not phan-
     tasms—they have weight, form, location;
Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government,
     are none of them phantasms,
The difference between sin and goodness is no
     delusion,
The earth is not an echo—man and his life, and all
     the things of his life, are well-considered.
22. You are not thrown to the winds—you gather cer-
     tainly and safely around yourself,
Yourself! Yourself! Yourself, forever and ever!
23. It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your
     mother and father—it is to identify you,
It is not that you should be undecided, but that you
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Something long preparing and formless is arrived and
     formed in you,
You are thenceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.
24. The threads that were spun are gathered, the weft
     crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.
25. The preparations have every one been justified,
The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instru-
     ments, the baton has given the signal.
26. The guest that was coming—he waited long, for
     reasons—he is now housed,
He is one of those who are beautiful and happy—
     he is one of those that to look upon and be
     with is enough.
27. The law of the past cannot be eluded,
The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,
The law of the living cannot be eluded—it is eter-
     nal,
The law of promotion and transformation cannot be
     eluded,
The law of heroes and good-doers cannot be eluded,
The law of drunkards, informers, mean persons—
     not one iota of it can be eluded.
28. Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the
     earth,
Northerner goes carried, and southerner goes carried,
     and they on the Atlantic side, and they on the
     Pacific, and they between, and all through the
     Mississippi country, and all over the earth.

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29. The great masters and kosmos are well as they go—
     the heroes and good-doers are well,
The known leaders and inventors, and the rich owners
     and pious and distinguished, may be well,
But there is more account than that—there is strict
     account of all.
30. The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked
     are not nothing,
The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing,
The common people of Europe are not nothing—the
     American aborigines are not nothing,
The infected in the immigrant hospital are not
     nothing—the murderer or mean person is not
     nothing,
The perpetual successions of shallow people are not
     nothing as they go,
The lowest prostitute is not nothing—the mocker of
     religion is not nothing as he goes.
31. I shall go with the rest—we have satisfaction,
I have dreamed that we are not to be changed so
     much, nor the law of us changed,
I have dreamed that heroes and good-doers shall
     be under the present and past law,
And that murderers, drunkards, liars, shall be under
     the present and past law,
For I have dreamed that the law they are under now
     is enough.
32. And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so
     much changed, and that there is no life with-
     out satisfaction;
What is the earth? what are body and Soul, without
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33. I shall go with the rest,
We cannot be stopped at a given point—that is no
     satisfaction,
To show us a good thing, or a few good things, for a
     space of time—that is no satisfaction,
We must have the indestructible breed of the best,
     regardless of time.
34. If otherwise, all these things came but to ashes of
     dung,
If maggots and rats ended us, then alarm! for we are
     betrayed!
Then indeed suspicion of death.
35. Do you suspect death? If I were to suspect death, I
     should die now,
Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited
     toward annihilation?
36. Pleasantly and well-suited I walk,
Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present indicate that it is good.
37. How beautiful and perfect are the animals! How
     perfect is my Soul!
How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon
     it!
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad
     is just as perfect,
The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the
     imponderable fluids are perfect;
Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and
     slowly and surely they yet pass on.

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38. My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction,
Animals and vegetables! if I realize you, I have sat-
     isfaction,
Laws of the earth and air! if I realize you, I have
     satisfaction.
39. I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so,
I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
40. O it comes to me now!
I swear I think now that everything without excep-
     tion has an eternal Soul!
The trees have, rooted in the ground! the weeds of
     the sea have! the animals!
41. I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous
     float is for it, and the cohering is for it!
And all preparation is for it! and identity is for it!
     and life and death are altogether for it!