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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

This Day, O Soul

THIS day, O soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay—But the cloud
        has pass’d, and the tarnish gone;
…Behold, O soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.

Sequel to Drum-Taps

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