From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
You who
celebrate bygones,
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the
life that has exhibited itself,
Who have treated of man as the
creature of
politics, aggregates, rulers and
priests,
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great
pride of man in himself),
Chanter of
Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
I project the history of the
future.