A Song - Walt Whitman

A Song


                    1

     Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
     I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
     I will make divine magnetic lands,
          With the love of comrades,
          With the life-long love of comrades.

                    2

     I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of 
          America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over 
          the prairies;
     I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's 
          necks;
          By the love of comrades,
               By the manly love of comrades.

                    3

     For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme!
     For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
          In the love of comrades,
               In the high-towering love of comrades.