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Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.Who wishes to walk with me?Have you outstript the rest?Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more volwassen dating alleen volwassen dating than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.I plead for my brothers and sisters.List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.Hurrah for positive science!
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In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.And what is life?I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.Is he from the Mississippi country?49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.
Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?
What are you doing?