To Rich Givers by Walt Whitman Lyrics

What you give me I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I
        rendezvous with my poems,
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as journey through the States,—
        why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman,
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of
        the universe.