manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you! Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you. In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.