Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

Strong and content I travel the open road.