At this juncture and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the acquisitiveness of the belly the brains abundantly spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, although in to the feast never merienda going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, after that then the chaff for payment acceptance, A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming. The a small amount light fades the immense and almost transparent shadows, The air tastes good en route for my palate. I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all border lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I allow died myself ten thousand times ahead of. Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?