I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.
You road I travel and look around! I believe you are not all that is here!
I believe that something unseen is also here.
Here is the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial;
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseased, the illiterate person, are not denied,
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,