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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 326 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

Life

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Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d? then we send fresh armies--and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud applause; Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last; Struggling to-day the same--battling the same.

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