Okay, I know that top part is from a Walt Whitman poem, "To You."
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like carefully to you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!
These shows of the east and west are tame, compared to you;
These immense meadows—these interminable rivers—you are immense and interminable as they;
These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution—you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,
Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.
A pretty good poem! So maybe I was at the annual Walt Whitman celebration at Lone Star College and heard someone read this poem, and I tried to transcribe it? The rest of the notebook entry sounds a bit Whitmanish too.
Who knows? I am a deliberately endless mystery to all.