I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
There will never be any more perfection than there is now.
Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.