Carol Of Occupations


  COME closer to me;
  Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;
  Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess.

  This is unfinish'd business with me--How is it with you?
  (I was chill'd with the cold types, cylinder, wet paper between us.)

  Male and Female!
  I pass so poorly with paper and types, I must pass with the contact
  of bodies and souls.

  American masses!
  I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of
  me--I know that it is good for you to do so.

  This is the carol of occupations; 10
  In the labor of engines and trades, and the labor of fields, I find the developments,
  And find the eternal meanings.

  Workmen and Workwomen!
  Were all educations, practical and ornamental, well display'd out of
  me, what would it amount to?
  Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman,
  what would it amount to?
  Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that
  satisfy you?

  The learn'd, virtuous, benevolent, and the usual terms;
  A man like me, and never the usual terms.

  Neither a servant nor a master am I;
  I take no sooner a large price than a small price--I will have my
  own, whoever enjoys me; 20
  I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.

  If you stand at work in a shop, I stand as nigh as the nighest in the
  same shop;
  If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend, I demand as
  good as your brother or dearest friend;
  If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I must be
  personally as welcome;
  If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become so for your
  sake;
  If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think I
  cannot remember my own foolish and outlaw'd deeds?
  If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side of the
  table;
  If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I
  often meet strangers in the street, and love them.

  Why, what have you thought of yourself?
  Is it you then that thought yourself less? 30
  Is it you that thought the President greater than you?
  Or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?

  Because you are greasy or pimpled, or that you were once drunk, or a
  thief,
  Or diseas'd, or rheumatic, or a prostitute--or are so now;
  Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar, and never
  saw your name in print,
  Do you give in that you are any less immortal?

  Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard,
  untouchable and untouching;
  It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you
  are alive or no;
  I own publicly who you are, if nobody else owns.

  Grown, half-grown, and babe, of this country and every country, in-
  doors and out-doors, one just as much as the other, I see, 40
  And all else behind or through them.

  The wife--and she is not one jot less than the husband;
  The daughter--and she is just as good as the son;
  The mother--and she is every bit as much as the father.

  Offspring of ignorant and poor, boys apprenticed to trades,
  Young fellows working on farms, and old fellows working on farms,
  Sailor-men, merchant-men, coasters, immigrants,
  All these I see--but nigher and farther the same I see;
  None shall escape me, and none shall wish to escape me.

  I bring what you much need, yet always have, 50
  Not money, amours, dress, eating, but as good;
  I send no agent or medium, offer no representative of value, but
  offer the value itself.

  There is something that comes home to one now and perpetually;
  It is not what is printed, preach'd, discussed--it eludes discussion
  and print;
  It is not to be put in a book--it is not in this book;
  It is for you, whoever you are--it is no farther from you than your
  hearing and sight are from you;
  It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest--it is ever provoked by
  them.

  You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it;
  You may read the President's Message, and read nothing about it
  there;
  Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury
  depa
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