Leaves of Grass

by Walt Whitman

heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future.

I will be even with you and you shall be even with me.

Is it you then that thought yourself less? Is it you that thought the President greater than you? Or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?

Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour,