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3.

1. A YOUNG man came to me with a message from his
     brother,
How should the young man know the whether and
     when of his brother?
Tell him to send me the signs.
2. And I stood before the young man face to face, and
     took his right hand in my left hand, and his left
     hand in my right hand,

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And I answered for his brother, and for men, and I
     answered for THE POET, and sent these signs.
3. Him all wait for—him all yield up to—his word is
     decisive and final,
Him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive them-
     selves, as amid light,
Him they immerse, and he immerses them.
4. Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the
     landscape, people, animals,
The profound earth and its attributes, and the unquiet
     ocean,
All enjoyments and properties, and money, and what-
     ever money will buy,
The best farms—others toiling and planting, and he
     unavoidably reaps,
The noblest and costliest cities—others grading and
     building, and he domiciles there,
Nothing for any one, but what is for him—near and
     far are for him,
The ships in the offing—the perpetual shows and
     marches on land, are for him, if they are for any
     body.
5. He puts things in their attitudes,
He puts to-day out of himself, with plasticity and
     love,
He places his own city, times, reminiscences, parents,
     brothers and sisters, associations, employment,
     politics, so that the rest never shame them after-
     ward, nor assume to command them.

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6. He is the answerer,
What can be answered he answers—and what cannot
     be answered, he shows how it cannot be answered.
7. A man is a summons and challenge;
(It is vain to skulk—Do you hear that mocking and
     laughter? Do you hear the ironical echoes?)
8. Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleas-
     ure, pride, beat up and down, seeking to give
     satisfaction,
He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that
     beat up and down also.
9. Whichever the sex, whatever the season or place, he
     may go freshly and gently and safely, by day or
     by night,
He has the pass-key of hearts—to him the response
     of the prying of hands on the knobs.
10. His welcome is universal—the flow of beauty is not
     more welcome or universal than he is,
The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is
     blessed.
11. Every existence has its idiom—everything has an
     idiom and tongue,
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it
     upon men, and any man translates, and any man
     translates himself also,
One part does not counteract another part—he is the
     joiner—he sees how they join.
12. He says indifferently and alike, How are you, friend?
     to the President at his levee,

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And he says, Good-day, my brother! to Cudge that
     hoes in the sugar-field,
And both understand him, and know that his speech
     is right.
13. He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,
He walks among the Congress, and one representative
     says to another, Here is our equal, appearing and
     new.
14. Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,
And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the
     sailors that he has followed the sea,
And the authors take him for an author, and the
     artists for an artist,
And the laborers perceive he could labor with them
     and love them,
No matter what the work is, that he is the one to fol-
     low it, or has followed it,
No matter what the nation, that he might find his
     brothers and sisters there.
15. The English believe he comes of their English stock,
A Jew to the Jew he seems—a Russ to the Russ—
     usual and near, removed from none.
16. Whoever he looks at in the traveller's coffee-house
     claims him,
The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is
     sure, and the Spaniard is sure, and the island
     Cuban is sure;
The engineer, the deck-hand on the great lakes, or on
     the Mississippi, or St. Lawrence, or Sacramento,
     or Hudson, or Paumanok Sound, claims him.

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17. The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his per-
     fect blood,
The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the
     beggar, see themselves in the ways of him—he
     strangely transmutes them,
They are not vile any more—they hardly know them-
     selves, they are so grown.
18. Do you think it would be good to be the writer of
     melodious verses?
Well, it would be good to be the writer of melodious
     verses;
But what are verses beyond the flowing character you
     could have? or beyond beautiful manners and
     behavior?
Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an ap-
     prentice-boy? or old woman? or man that has
     been in prison, or is likely to be in prison?