" ... Sit a while dear son,
      Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
      But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes,
      I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.

      Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
      Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
      To jump off in the midst of the see, rise again, nod to me, shout,
      And laughingly dash with your hair. ... "

                  (Walt Whitman from "Song of myself")