Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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To the East and to the West;

To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,

To the Kanadian of the North—to the Southerner I
love;

These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself—the
germs are in all men;

I believe the main purport of These States is to found
a superb friendship, exalté, previously unknown,

Because I perceive it waits, and has been always wait-
ing, latent in all men.

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