Inscription.
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to the 4th Edition of Leaves of Grass. |
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[paper glued] |
Small is the theme of the following |
Chant, yet the greatest—namely, |
One's‑Self—that wondrous thing, a |
simple, separate person. That, for the use |
of the New World, I sing. |
[paper glued] |
Man's physiology complete from top to toe I |
sing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, |
is worthy of the muse;—I say the Form |
complete is worthy far. The female, |
equally with the male I sing. |
Of you, O friend, whoe'er you are, at |
last arriving hither to commence, I |
feel through every leaf the pressure of |
your hand, which I return. And thus |
upon our journey link'd together let us |
go. |