Pioneers! O Pioneers
Come my tan faced children
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp edged 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 depend. Pioneers! O Pioneers

– Walt Whitman

Comerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?”