Song of the Answerer
Answerer，
To the cities and farms I sing as they spread in the sunshine
before me.
A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother，
How shall the young man know the whether and when of his
brother？
Tell him to send me the signs.
And I stand before the young man face to face， and take his
right hand in my left hand and his left hand in my right hand，
And I answer for his brother and for men， and I answer for him
that answers for all， and send these signs.
Him all wait for， him all yield up to， his word is decisive
and final，
Him they accept， in him lave， in him perceive themselves as
amid light，
Him they immerse and he immerses them.
Beautiful women， the haughtiest nations， laws， the landscape，
people， animals，
The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean，
（so tell I my morning's romanza，）
All enjoyments and properties and money， and whatever money
will buy，
The best farms， others toiling and planting and he unavoidably reaps，
The noblest and costliest cities， others grading and building and he
domiciles there，
Nothing for any one but what is for him， near and far are for him，
the ships in the offing，
The perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they
are for anybody.
He puts things in their attitudes，
He puts to-day out of himself with plasticity and love，
He places his own times， reminiscences， parents， brothers and
sisters， associations， employment， politics， so that the rest
never shame them afterward， nor assume to command them.
He is the Answerer，
What can be answer'd he answers， and what cannot be answer'd
he shows how it cannot be answer'd.
A man is a summons and challenge，
（It is vain to skulk - do you hear that mocking and laughter？
do you hear the ironical echoes？）
Books， friendships， philosophers， priests， action， pleasure，
pride， beat up and down seeking to give satisfaction，
He indicates the satisfaction， and indicates them that beat up
and down also.
Whichever the sex， whatever the season or place， he may go
freshly and gently and safely by day or by night，
He has the pass-key of hearts， to him the response of the
prying of hands on the knobs.
His welcome is universal， the flow of beauty is not more
welcome or universal than he is，
The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
Every existence has its idiom， every thing has an idiom and tongue，
He resolves all tongues into his own and bestows it upon men， and
any man translates， and any man translates himself also，
One part does not counteract another part， he is the joiner，
he sees how they join.
He says indifferently and alike How are you friend？ to the
President at his levee，
And he says Good- day my brother， to Cudge that hoes in the
sugar-field，
And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
He walks with perfect ease in the capitol，
He walks among the Congress， and one Representative says
to another， Here is our equal appearing and new.
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic，
And the soldiers suppose him to be a soldier， and the sailors
that he has follow'd the sea，
And the authors take him for an author， and the artists for
an artist，
And the laborers perceive he could labor with them and love
them，
No matter what the work is， that he is the