The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

We were together. I forget the rest.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find."

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love.