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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days.
1 As I walk these broad, majestic days of peace, |
(For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O
terrific Ideal!
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Against vast odds, having gloriously won, |
Now thou stridest on—yet perhaps in time toward
denser wars,
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Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful con-
tests, dangers,
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Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others;) |
—As I walk, solitary, unattended, |
Around me I hear that eclat of the world—politics,
produce,
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The announcements of recognized things—science, |
The approved growth of cities, and the spread of inven-
tions.
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2 I see the ships (they will last a few years,) |
The vast factories, with their foremen and workmen, |
And hear the endorsement of all, and do not object to
it.
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3 But I too announce solid things; |
Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing
—I watch them,
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Like a grand procession, to music of distant bugles,
pouring, triumphantly moving—and grander
heaving in sight;
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They stand for realities—all is as it should be. |
What else is so real as mine? |
Libertad, and the divine average—Freedom to every
slave on the face of the earth,
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The rapt promises and luminé of seers—the spiritual
world—these centuries-lasting songs,
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And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid
announcements of any.
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5 For we support all, fuse all, |
After the rest is done and gone, we remain; |
There is no final reliance but upon us; |
Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my brethren, be-
gin it,)
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And our visions sweep through eternity. |
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