MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heatâ€”to take good aim with a gunâ€”to sail a boatâ€”to manage horsesâ€”to beget superb children, To speak readily and clearlyâ€”to feel at home among common people, And to hold our own in terrible positions, on land and sea.
Not for an embroiderer; (There will always be plenty of embroiderersâ€”I welcome them also;) But for the fibre of things, and for inherent men and women.
Not to chisel ornaments, But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of plenteous Supreme Gods, that The States may realize them, walking and talking.
Let me have my own way; Let others promulge the lawsâ€”I will make no account of the laws; Let others praise eminent men and hold up peaceâ€”I hold up agitation and conflict; I praise no eminent manâ€”I rebuke to his face the one that was thought most worthy.
(Who are you? you mean devil! And what are you secretly guilty of, all your life? Will you turn aside all your life? Will you grub and chatter all your life?)
(And who are youâ€”blabbing by rote, years, pages, languages, reminiscences, Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak a single word?)
Let others finish specimensâ€”I never finish specimens; I shower them by exhaustless laws, as Nature does, fresh and modern continually.
I give nothing as duties; What others give as duties, I give as living impulses; (Shall I give the heartâ€™s action as a duty?)
Let others dispose of questionsâ€”I dispose of nothingâ€”I arouse unanswerable questions;
Who are they I see and touch, and what about them? What about these likes of myself, that draw me so close by tender directions and indirections?
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemiesâ€”as I myself do; I charge you, too, forever, reject those who would expound meâ€”for I cannot expound myself;
I charge that there be no theory or school founded out of me; I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.
After me, vista! O, I see life is not short, but immeasurably long; I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower, Every hour the semen of centuriesâ€”and still of centuries.
I will follow up these continual lessons of the air, water, earth; I perceive I have no time to lose.