Come, I will make the continent indisoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.
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.
For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
For you, for you I am trilling these songs.
—–From Leaves of Greas; Deathbed Edition by Walt Whitman