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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Calming Thought of All

That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations,
Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,
Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.

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