Not The Pilot – Walt Whitman

NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though 

beaten back, and many times baffled; 

Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, 

By deserts parch’d, snows-chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres till he 

reaches his destination, 

More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to compose a 

free march for These States, 

To be exhilarating music to them–a battle-call, rousing to arms, if 

need be–years, centuries hence.