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To Him That Was Crucified

Part of the cluster MESSENGER LEAVES.

To Him that was Crucified.

MY spirit to yours, dear brother, Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do  
 not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, 
 (there are others also;)
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you, 
 and to salute those who are with you, before and  
 since—and those to come also,
That we all labor together, transmitting the same  
 charge and succession;
We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of  
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes—allowers  
 of all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men, We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but  
 reject not the disputers, nor any thing that is  
We hear the bawling and din—we are reached at  
 by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every  
They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us, 
 my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, 
 journeying up and down, till we make our in- 
 effaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and  
 women of races, ages to come, may prove breth- 
 ren and lovers, as we are.

Part of the cluster MESSENGER LEAVES.

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