To the Garden the World by Walt Whitman Lyrics

        To the garden the world anew ascending,
        Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
        The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
        Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber,
        The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,
        Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous,
        My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for
                reasons, most wondrous,
        Existing I peer and penetrate still,
        Content with the present, content with the past,
        By my side or back of me Eve following,
        Or in front, and I following her just the same.