As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach on the Western Sea,

As I roamed the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roamed,

Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.

10. I sing the Equalities,

I sing the endless finales of things,

I say Nature continues—Glory continues,

I praise with electric voice,

For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,

And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.

11. O setting sun! O when the time comes,

I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration!

A thought of what I am here for,

Of these years I sing—how they pass through convulsed pains, as through parturitions;

How America illustrates birth, gigantic youth, the promise, the sure fulfilment, despite of people—Illustrates evil as well as good;