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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Life and Death

The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
By each successive age insoluble, pass’d on,
To ours to-day—and we pass on the same.

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