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And how I was not palpable once, but am now—and
was born on the last day of Fifth Month, in the
Year 43 of America,
And passed from a babe, in the creeping trance of
three summers and three winters, to articulate
and walk—All this is equally wonderful.

8.And that I grew six feet high, and that I have become
a man thirty-six years old in the Year 79 of
America—and that I am here anyhow—are all
equally wonderful.

9.And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect
each other without ever seeing each other,
and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit
as wonderful.

10.And that I can think such thoughts as these, is just as
wonderful,
And that I can remind you, and you think them and
know them to be true, is just as wonderful.

11.And that the moon spins round the earth, and on with
the earth, is equally wonderful,
And that they balance themselves with the sun and
stars, is equally wonderful.

12.Come! I should like to hear you tell me what there
is in yourself that is not just as wonderful,
And I should like to hear the name of anything between
First Day morning and Seventh Day night
that is not just as wonderful.