In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.

What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

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.

I am large, I contain multitudes

We were together. I forget the rest.