Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.