Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing,
Joy! shipmate - joy! (Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;) Our life is closed - our life begins;
On the beach, at night, Stands a child, with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky.
One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms?
Only themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves, As Souls only understand Souls.
States! Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms?
The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great Sea.
To thee, old Cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good cause! Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!