Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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OF waters, forests, hills;

Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of
me;

Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the
formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness,
life, now attain'd on the journey;

(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever
continued;)

Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time
has become supplied—And of what will yet be
supplied,

Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport
in what will yet be supplied.

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