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Walt Whitman - To a foil’d European Revolutionaire.

COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister! 
Keep on! Liberty is to be subserv’d, whatever occurs; 
That is nothing, that is quell’d by one or two failures, or any number of failures, 
Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any unfaithfulness, 
Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.
Revolt! and still revolt! revolt! 
What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents, and all the islands
	archipelagos of the sea; 
What we believe in invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is
	and composed, knows no discouragement, 
Waiting patiently, waiting its time. 
(Not songs of loyalty alone are these,
But songs of insurrection also; 
For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel, the world over, 
And he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him, 
And stakes his life, to be lost at any moment.) 
Revolt! and the downfall of tyrants!
The battle rages with many a loud alarm, and frequent advance and retreat, 
The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, 
Then the prison, scaffold, garrote, hand-cuffs, iron necklace and anklet, lead-balls, do
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres, 
The great speakers and writers are exiled—they lie sick in distant lands,
The cause is asleep—the strongest throats are still, choked with their own blood, 
The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet; 
—But for all this, liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel
	into full possession. 
When liberty goes out of a place, it is not the first to go, nor the second or third to
It waits for all the rest to go—it is the last.
When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs, 
And when all life, and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the
Then only shall liberty, or the idea of liberty, be discharged from that part of the
And the infidel come into full possession. 
Then courage! European revolter! revoltress!
For, till all ceases, neither must you cease. 
I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself, nor what anything is
But I will search carefully for it even in being foil’d, 
In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment—for they too are great. 
Revolt! and the bullet for tyrants!
Did we think victory great? 
So it is—But now it seems to me, when it cannot be help’d, that defeat is great,
And that death and dismay are great.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 2. To a foil’d European Revolutionaire.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 13. Songs of Insurrection
Year: Published/Written in 1900

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