To a foiled European revolutionaire(WALT WHİTMAN)

courage yet,my brother or my sister!keep-on liberty is to be subserved whatever occurs; That is nothing that is quelled by one or two failures,or any number of failures,or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people,or by any unfaithfullness,or the show of tushes of power,soldiers,canon, penal statutes . What we believe in waits latent forever through all the conditions,invites no one ,promises nothing,sits in calmness and light,is positive and comeposed,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 evrery 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.)The battle rages with many a load alarm and frequent advance and retreat,The infidel triumphs,or supposes he triumphs,The prison,scaffold,garrote,handcuffs,iron necklace and lead-balls do their work,The named and unnamed heroes passe other spheres,the great speakers and writers are exiled,They lies sick in distant lands,The cause is asleep,The strongest throats are choked with their own blood.The young men droop their eyelashes toward ground when they meet;But for all this liberty hasnot gone out of the place,not the infidel entered into the full possession .When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go,not the second or third to go,it waits for all the rest to go,it is the last .When there are no memories of heroes and martyrs,And when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from that part of the earth,then shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth and the infidel come into full possession .Then courage EUROPEAN REVOLTER, REVOLTRESS !For till all ceases neither must you cease.İ dont know what you are for(i dont know what i am for myself,and what anything is for,)But i will search carefully for it even in being foiled in defeat,poverty,misconception,imprisonment-for they too are great.Did we think victory great?So it is -but now it seems to me ,when it cant be helped that defeat is great,and that death and dismay are great. (1819-1892)-walt Whitman.