As I lay with Head in your Lap Camerado

 AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, 
The confession I made I resume—what I said to you in the open air I resume: 
I know I am restless, and make others so; 
I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death; 
(Indeed I am myself the real soldier;
It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped artilleryman;) 
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle them; 
I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have been had all
 accepted me;

I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions, majorities, nor ridicule; 
And the threat of what is call’d hell is little or nothing to me;
And the lure of what is call’d heaven is little or nothing to me; 
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Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without
 the
 least
 idea what is our destination, 
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell’d and defeated.

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