Walt Whitman

Mountain-like he towers, a Matterhorn Midst many minor peaks; And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild; A finger pointing into boundless space, A head raised high above the shifting clouds, A heart that beats in unison with all, An eye that first beholds the rising sun And is the last to see her parting glory, A clarion-call to freedom, A gesture of revolt, A world-encircling brotherhood embrace, An exaltation of the lowly, A vindication of the truth, A glorification of the human body, A declaration of the right of all To live, to love, to dare and to do, A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!