To Him that was Crucified

My spirit to yours, dear brother;
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not
　　　　　understand you;
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you, and
　　　　　to salute those who are with you, before and
　　　　　since--and those to come also,
That we all labor together, transmitting the same charge
　　　　　and succession; 5
We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of times;
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes--allowers of
　　　　　all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject
　　　　　not the disputers, nor any thing that is asserted;
We hear the bawling and din--we are reach’d at by divisions,
　　　　　jealousies, recriminations on every side, 10
They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us, my
　　　　　comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over,
　　　　　journeying up and down, till we make our ineffaceable
　　　　　mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women
　　　　　of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and
　　　　　lovers, as we are.