From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
To the East and to the West,
To the man of the
Seaside State and of
Pennsylvania,
To the
Kanadian of the north, to the Southerner I love,
These with perfect
trust to depict you as myself, the germs
are in all men,
I believe the main purport of
these States is to found a superb
friendship, exaltè, previously unknown,
Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting,
latent in all men.