Inscription
INSCRIPTION.
SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet thegreatest—namely, ONE'S-SELF—that wondrous
thing, a simple, separate person. That, for the
use of the New World, I sing. Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not
physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for
the muse;—I say the Form complete is worthier
far. The female equally with the male, I sing. Nor cease at the theme of One's-Self. I speak the word
of the modern, the word EN-MASSE. My Days I sing, and the Lands—with interstice I knew
of hapless War. O friend, whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to com-
mence, I feel through every leaf the pressure of
your hand, which I return. And thus upon our
journey link'd together let us go.