Sex is also beautiful. Nature he proclaims inherently pure. He works the muscle of the male and the teeming fibre of the female throughout his writings, as wholesome realities, impure only by deliberate intention and effort. Follow me and there shall be taller and nobler crops of humanity on the earth. In the Leaves of Grass are the facts of eternity and immortality, largely treated.
Happiness is no dream, and perfection is no dream.
Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things. Then his persuasion becomes a taunt, and his love bitter and compulsory. With strong and steady call he addresses men. Come, he seems to say, from the midst of all that you have been your whole life surrounding yourself with. Leave all the preaching and teaching of others, and mind only these words of mine.