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. |