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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BROTHER of all, with generous hand,<br> Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,<br> A thought to launch in memory of thee,<br> A burial verse for thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> What may we chant, O thou within this tomb?<br> What tablets, pictures, hang for thee, O millionaire?<br> --The life thou lived'st we know not,<br> But that thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of<br> brokers;<br> Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Yet lingering, yearning, joining soul with thine,  10<br> If not thy past we chant, we chant the future,<br> Select, adorn the future.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Lo, Soul, the graves of heroes!<br> The pride of lands--the gratitudes of men,<br> The statues of the manifold famous dead, Old World and New,<br> The kings, inventors, generals, poets, (stretch wide thy vision,<br> Soul,)<br> The excellent rulers of the races, great discoverers, sailors,<br> Marble and brass select from them, with pictures, scenes,<br> (The histories of the lands, the races, bodied there,<br> In what they've built for, graced and graved,  20<br> Monuments to their heroes.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Silent, my Soul,<br> With drooping lids, as waiting, ponder'd,<br> Turning from all the samples, all the monuments of heroes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> While through the interior vistas,<br> Noiseless uprose, phantasmic (as, by night, Auroras of the North,)<br> Lambent tableaux, prophetic, bodiless scenes,<br> Spiritual projections.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one, among the city streets, a laborer's home appear'd,<br> After his day's work done, cleanly, sweet-air'd, the gaslight<br> burning,    30<br> The carpet swept, and a fire in the cheerful stove.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one, the sacred parturition scene,<br> A happy, painless mother birth'd a perfect child.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one, at a bounteous morning meal,<br> Sat peaceful parents, with contented sons.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one, by twos and threes, young people,<br> Hundreds concentering, walk'd the paths and streets and roads,<br> Toward a tall-domed school.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one a trio, beautiful,<br> Grandmother, loving daughter, loving daughter's daughter, sat, 40<br> Chatting and sewing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In one, along a suite of noble rooms,<br> 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine<br> statuettes,<br> Were groups of friendly journeymen, mechanics, young and old,<br> Reading, conversing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> All, all the shows of laboring life,<br> City and country, women's, men's and children's,<br> Their wants provided for, hued in the sun, and tinged for once with<br> joy,<br> Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging-<br> room,<br> Labor and toil, the bath, gymnasium, play-ground, library,<br> college,    50<br> The student, boy or girl, led forward to be taught;<br> The sick cared for, the shoeless shod--the orphan father'd and<br> mother'd,<br> The hungry fed, the houseless housed;<br> (The intentions perfect and divine,<br> The workings, details, haply human.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> O thou within this tomb,<br> From thee, such scenes--thou stintless, lavish Giver,<br> Tallying the gifts of Earth--large as the Earth,<br> Thy name an Earth, with mountains, fields and rivers.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Nor by your streams alone, you rivers,  60<br> By you, your banks, Connecticut,<br> By you, and all your teeming life, Old Thames,<br> By you, Potomac, laving the ground Washington trod--by you Patapsco,<br> You, Hudson--you, endless Mississippi--not by you alone,<br> But to the high seas launch, my thought, his memory.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Lo, Soul, by this tomb's lambency,<br> The darkness of the arrogant standards of the world,<br> With all its flaunting aims, ambitions, pleasures.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (Old, commonplace, and rusty saws,<br> The rich, the gay, the supercilious, smiled at long, 70<br> Now, piercing to the marrow in my bones,<br> Fused with each drop my heart's blood jets,<br> Swim in ineffable meaning.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Lo, Soul, the sphere requireth, portioneth,<br> To each his share, his measure,<br> The moderate to the moderate, the ample to the ample.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Lo, Soul, see'st thou not, plain as the sun,<br> The only real wealth of wealth in generosity,<br> The only life of life in goodness?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>