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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Roaming in Thought (After Reading Hegel)

Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
        steadily hastening towards immortality,
  And the vast all that is call’d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
        and become lost and dead.

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