What think you I have taken my pen to record?
Not the battle-ship, perfect-model’d, majestic, that I saw to day arrive in the offing, under full sail,
Nor the splendors of the past day–nor the splendors of the night that envelopes me–Nor the glory and growth of the great city spread around me,
But the two men I saw to-day on the pier, parting the parting of dear friends.
The one to remain hung on the other’s neck and passionately kissed him–white the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.Live Oak, with Moss; VI. by Walt Whitman
I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.