WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE?
WHO learns my lesson complete?
Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,
The stupid and the wise thinker, parents and offspring, merchant, clerk, porter and customer,
Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—draw nigh and commence;
It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson, And that to another, and every one to another still.
The great laws take and effuse without argument, I am of the same style, for I am their friend, I love them quits and quits,
I do not halt and make salaams.
I lie abstracted and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons of things, They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen. I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself —it is very wonderful.
It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe moving so exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second, I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten billions of years,
Nor plann’d and built one thing after another as an architect plans and builds a house. I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is im- mortal;
I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful,
and how I was conceived in my mother’s womb is equally wonderful,
And pass’d from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk—
all this is equally wonderful.
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