Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED, by WALT WHITMAN

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TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: My spirit to yours, dear brother
Last Line: Races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.
Subject(s): Bible; Jesus Christ; Religion; Theology

My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to
salute those who are with you, before and since, and
those to come also,
That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and
We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of
all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject
not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by
divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying
up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon
time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of
races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.

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