And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love. -- Walt Whitman

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I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you. -- Walt Whitman

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These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me. -- Walt Whitman

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If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. -- Walt Whitman

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I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms. -- Walt Whitman

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My words itch at your ears till you understand them. -- Walt Whitman

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All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. -- Walt Whitman

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I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. -- Walt Whitman

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Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. -- Walt Whitman

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And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles. -- Walt Whitman

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