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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 118 of 382 · By the Roadside

Thoughts

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Of ownership--as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself; 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 its main purport in what will yet be supplied.

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