I have no chair, nor church nor philosophy;
I lead no man to a dinner table or library or exchange,
But each man and each woman I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooks you round the waist,
My right hand points to landscapes of continents,
and a plain public road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
Song of myself from Leaves of Grass 1855 A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, Volume I: Poems 1855-1856 Sculley Bradley, Blodgett H. W et al, eds. NY: New York University Press, 1980.