Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
132. Over the Carnage
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Be not dishearten’d—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet;
Those who love each other shall become invincible—they shall yet make Columbia victorious.
You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the earth.
If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one.
From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another, an Oregonese, shall be friends triune,
More precious to each other than all the riches of the earth.
Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death.
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly;
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.
I, extatic, O partners! O lands! with the love of lovers tie you.
Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
—Nay—nor the world, nor any living thing, will so cohere.)