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Leaves of Grass.

See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools—
See from among them, superior judges, philosophs,
Presidents, emerge, dressed in working
dresses;
See, lounging through the shops and fields of The
States, me, well-beloved, close-held by day and
night,
Hear the loud echo of my songs there! Read the
hints come at last.

64.O my comrade!
O you and me at last—and us two only;
O power, liberty, eternity at last!
O to be relieved of distinctions! to make as much
of vices as virtues!
O to level occupations and the sexes! O to bring
all to common ground! O adhesiveness!
O the pensive aching to be together—you know not
why, and I know not why.

65.O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly!
O something extatic and undemonstrable! O music
wild!
O now I triumph—and you shall also;
O hand in hand—O wholesome pleasure—O one
more desirer and lover,
O haste, firm holding—haste, haste on, with me.