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LIFE.1

Ever, the undiscouraged, resolute struggling 
  soul of man;
Have former armies failed? Then we send fresh 
  armies—and fresh again2
Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages 
  old or new;
Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clap- 
  ping hands, the loud applause;
Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced 
  at last;
Struggling to-day the same—battling the same. WALT WHITMAN.

Notes

1. Reprinted in the "Sands at Seventy" annex to Leaves of Grass (1888). [back]

2. The "Sands at Seventy" version of the poem includes parentheses around the second line. [back]

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