Leaves of Grass (1856)


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21—Liberty Poem for Asia, Africa, Europe, America, Australia, Cuba, and The Archipelogoes of the Sea.


COURAGE! my brother or my sister!
Keep on! Liberty is to be subserved, what-
         ever occurs;
That is nothing, that is quelled by one or two fail-
         ures, or any number of failures,
Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the
         people,
Or the show of the tushes of power—soldiers,
         cannon, penal statutes.

What we believe in waits latent forever through
         Asia, Africa, Europe, America, Australia,
         Cuba, and all the islands and archipelagoes
         of the sea;
What we believe in invites no one, promises
         nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive
         and composed, knows no discouragement,
Waits patiently its time—a year—a century —
         a hundred centuries.

 


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The battle rages with many a loud alarm and
         frequent advance and retreat,
The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs,
The prison, scaffold, garrote, hand-cuffs, iron neck-
         lace and anklet, lead-balls, do their work,
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other
         spheres,
The great speakers and writers are exiled—they
         lie sick in distant lands,
The cause is asleep—the strong throats are
         choked with their own blood,
The young men drop their eye-lashes toward the
         ground when they meet,
But for all this, liberty has not gone out of the
         place, nor the infidel entered into pos-
         session.

When liberty goes out of a place, it is not the
         first to go, nor the second or third to go,
It waits for all the rest to go—it is the last.

When there are no more memories of the lovers
         of the whole of the nations of the world,
The lovers' names scouted in the public gatherings
         by the lips of the orators,
Boys not christened after them, but christened
         after traitors and murderers instead,
Laws for slaves sweet to the taste of people —
         the slave-hunt acknowledged,
 


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You or I walking abroad upon the earth, elated
         at the sight of slaves, no matter who they
         are,
And when all life and all the souls of men and
         women are discharged from any part of the
         earth,
Then shall the instinct of liberty be discharged
         from that part of the earth,
Then shall the infidel and the tyrant come into
         possession.
 
 
 
 
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