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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 336 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

While Not the Past Forgetting

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While not the past forgetting, To-day, at least, contention sunk entire--peace, brotherhood uprisen; For sign reciprocal our Northern, Southern hands, Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South, (Nor for the past alone--for meanings to the future,) Wreaths of roses and branches of palm.

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