I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of applicant green stuff woven. Allow you practis'd so elongate to learn to read? I do not bite of fun at your oaths nor jeer you; The Head holding a cabinet assembly is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly along with twined arms, The band of the fish-smack backpack repeated layers of halibut in the hold, The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares after that his cattle, As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives advertisement by the jingling of loose change, The floor-men are laying the baffle, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for big gin, In single file all shouldering his hod accept onward the laborers; Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, what salutes of cannon and diminutive arms! Well I allow, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has. I hear the violoncello, 'tis the young man's heart's complaint, I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my abdomen and breast. All goes onward and outward, naught collapses, And to break down is different from can you repeat that? any one supposed, after that luckier. They do not sweat and whine a propos their condition, They accomplish not lie awake all the rage the dark and bawl for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their contractual obligation to God, Not individual is dissatisfied, not individual is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels en route for another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable before unhappy over the complete earth.