Carpe Diem

     Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edge axes?
     Pioneers! O pioneers!

     For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of
   danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest upon us depend,
     Pioneers! O pioneers!

     O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and
   friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the
   foremost,
     Pioneers, O pioneers!

- from Pioneers! O pioneers! by Walt Whitman, 1865