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Pioneers! O Pioneers!

Walt Whitman 1819 (West Hills) – 1892 (Camden)

  COME, my tan-faced children,
  Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
  Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes?
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  For we cannot tarry here,
  We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
  We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  O you youths, western youths,
  So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, 10
  Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  Have the elder races halted?
  Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the
  We take up the task eternal, and the burden, and the lesson,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  All the past we leave behind;
  We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world,
  Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
  Pioneers! O pioneers! 20

  We detachments steady throwing,
  Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
  Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the unknown ways,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  We primeval forests felling,
  We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines
  We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  Colorado men are we,
  From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high
  plateaus, 30
  From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
  Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood
  All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  O resistless, restless race!
  O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
  O I mourn and yet exult--I am rapt with love for all,
  Pioneers! O pioneers! 40

  Raise the mighty mother mistress,
  Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
  (bend your heads all,)
  Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  See, my children, resolute children,
  By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,
  Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  On and on, the compact ranks,
  With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly
  fill'd, 50
  Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  O to die advancing on!
  Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
  Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  All the pulses of the world,
  Falling in, they beat for us, with the western movement beat;
  Holding single or together, steady moving, to the front, all for us,
  Pioneers! O pioneers! 60

  Life's involv'd and varied pageants,
  All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
  All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  All the hapless silent lovers,
  All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
  All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  I too with my soul and body,
  We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, 70
  Through these shores, amid the shadows, with the apparitions
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  Lo! the darting bowling orb!
  Lo! the brother orbs around! all the clustering suns and planets,
  All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
  Pioneers! O pioneers!

  These are of us, they are with us,
  All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Walt Whitman

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