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1819–1892

Life

Walt Whitman

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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