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!

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.

I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

Have you not learned the most in your life from those with whom you disagreed - those who saw it differently from you?