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Leaves of Grass.

30.This is a poem for the sayers of words—these are
hints of meanings,
These are they that echo the tones of Souls, and the
phrases of Souls;
If they did not echo the phrases of Souls, what were
they then?
If they had not reference to you in especial, what were
they then?

31.I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the
faith that tells the best!
I will have to do with that faith only that leaves the
best untold.

32.Say on, sayers!
Delve! mould! pile the words of the earth!
Work on—it is materials you bring, not breaths;
Work on, age after age! nothing is to be lost,
It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come
in use,
When the materials are all prepared, the architects
shall appear.

33.I swear to you the architects shall appear without fail!
I announce them and lead them,
I swear to you they will understand you and justify
you,
I swear to you the greatest among them shall be he
who best knows you, and encloses all, and is
faithful to all,
I swear to you, he and the rest shall not forget you
—they shall perceive that you are not an iota
less than they,
I swear to you, you shall be glorified in them.