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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Race of Veterans
Race of veterans—race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict—race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity’s race, abiding-temper’d race,)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself,
Race of passion and the storm.

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