Goodbye My Fancy（四）

ON， ON THE SAME， YE JOCUND TWAIN！
     ON， on the same， ye jocund twain！
     My life and recitative， containing birth， youth， mid-age
     years，
     Fitful as motley-tongues of flame， inseparably twined
     and merged in one - combining all，
     My single soul - aims， confirmations， failures，
     joys - Nor single soul alone，
     I chant my nation's crucial stage， （America's， haply
     humanity's） - the trial great， the victory great，
     A strange eclaircissement of all the masses past， the
     eastern world， the ancient， medieval，
     Here， here from wanderings， strayings， lessons， wars，
     defeats - here at the west a voice triumphant
     - justifying all，
     A gladsome pealing cry - a song for once of utmost
     pride and satisfaction；
     I chant from it the common bulk， the general average horde，
     （the best no sooner than the worst） - And now
     I chant old age，
     （My verses， written first for forenoon life， and for the
     summer's， autumn's spread，
     I pass to snow-white hairs the same， and give to pulses
     winter-cool'd the same；）
     As here in careless trill， I and my recitatives， with faith
     and love，
     Wafting to other work， to unknown songs， conditions，
     On， on， ye jocund twain！ continue on the same！