The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

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

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.