Here you will find the Poem No Labor-Saving Machine of poet Walt Whitman
NO labor-saving machine, Nor discovery have I made; Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect--nor book for the book-shelf; Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.