Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 19. Not the Pilot

Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port,
      though beaten back and many times baffled;
Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long,
By deserts parch'd, snows chill'd, rivers wet, perseveres till he
      reaches his destination,
More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to compose
      march for these States,
For a battle-call, rousing to arms if need be, years, centuries hence.

1. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums
2. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 11. Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher
3. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
4. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 30. Race of Veterans
5. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 38. The Prairie States

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