…from the quills of the dead white poets
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
Welcome, Brazilian brother – thy ample place is ready;
A loving hand – a smile from the north – a sunny instant hail!
(Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles, impedimentas,
Ours, ours the present throe, the democratic aim, the acceptance and the faith;)
To thee to-day our reaching arm, our turning neck –
to thee from us the expectant eye,
Thou cluster free! thou brilliant lustrous one! thou, learning well,
The true lesson of a nation’s light in the sky,
(More shining than the Cross, more than the Crown,)
The height to be superb humanity.
(from a Northern Star-Group to a Southern, 1889-90