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I NEED no assurances—I am a man who is pre- 
 occupied, of his own Soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside  
 the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now  
 looking faces I am not cognizant of—calm and  
 actual faces;
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the  
 world are latent in any iota of the world;
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes  
 are limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless;
I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs,  
 play their swift sports through the air on pur- 
 pose—and that I shall one day be eligible to  
 do as much as they, and more than they;
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on,  
 millions of years;
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and ex- 
 teriors have their exteriors—and that the eye- 
 sight has another eye-sight, and the hearing  
 another hearing, and the voice another voice;
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of  
 young men are provided for—and that the  
 deaths of young women, and the deaths of little  
 children, are provided for;
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the  
 horrors of them—no matter whose wife, child,  
 husband, father, lover, has gone down—are  
 provided for, to the minutest points;
I do not doubt that shallowness, meanness, malig- 
 nance, are provided for;
I do not doubt that cities, you, America, the remain- 
 der of the earth, politics, freedom, degrada- 
 tions, are carefully provided for;
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen,  
 any where, at any time, is provided for, in the  
 inherences of things.
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