You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it,
You may read the President's message and
about it there,
Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury
in the daily papers or weekly papers,
Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any
The sun and stars that float in the open air,
The apple-shaped earth and we upon it, surely the drift of
them is something grand,
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that
it is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport
of us here is not a speculation
or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
And that it is not something which by luck
may turn out well
for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
And not something which may yet be
retracted in a certain
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the
greed that with perfect complaisance
devours all things,
The endless pride and outstretching of man, unspeakable joys
every one sees in every one else he sees, and the
wonders that fill each minute of time forever,
have you reckon'd them for, camerado?
Have you reckon'd them for your trade or farm-work? or for
profits of your store?
Or to achieve yourself a position? or to fill a gentleman's
leisure, or a lady's leisure?
Have you reckon'd that the landscape took substance and form
that it might be painted in a picture?
men and women that they might be written of, and songs
Or the attraction of gravity, and the great
laws and harmonious
combinations and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the
Or the brown
land and the blue sea for maps and charts?
Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy
Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or
Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections,
and the practice handed along in manufactures,
will we rate
them so high?
Will we rate our cash and business high? I have no objection,
I rate them as
high as the highest then a child born
of a woman and man I rate beyond all rate.
We thought our Union grand, and our Constitution grand,
I do not say they are not grand and good, for
I am this day just as much in love with them as you,
Then I am in love with You, and with all my
We consider bibles and religions divine I do not
say they are not divine,
I say they have all grown out
of you, and may grow out of you
It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,
not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth,
than they are shed out of you.
The sum of all known reverence I add up in you whoever you are,
The President is there in the White
House for you, it is not you
who are here for him,
The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you
here for them,
The Congress convenes every Twelfth-month for you,
Laws, courts, the forming of States,
the charters of cities, the going
and coming of commerce and mails, are all for you.
List close my scholars dear,
Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you,
Sculpture and monuments
and any thing inscribed anywhere are
tallied in you,
The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the
reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same,
If you were not breathing and walking
here, where would they
The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,
(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone?
or the lines
of the arches and cornices?)