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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace,<br> (For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific<br> Ideal!<br> Against vast odds, having gloriously won,<br> Now thou stridest on--yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,<br> Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers,<br> Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others;<br> --As I walk solitary, unattended,<br> Around me I hear that eclat of the world--politics, produce,<br> The announcements of recognized things--science,<br> The approved growth of cities, and the spread of inventions. 10</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)<br> The vast factories, with their foremen and workmen,<br> And here the indorsement of all, and do not object to it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But I too announce solid things;<br> Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing--I watch<br> them,<br> Like a grand procession, to music of distant bugles, pouring,<br> triumphantly moving--and grander heaving in sight;<br> They stand for realities--all is as it should be.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Then my realities;<br> What else is so real as mine?<br> Libertad, and the divine average--Freedom to every slave on the face<br> of the earth, 20<br> The rapt promises and luminé of seers--the spiritual world--these<br> centuries lasting songs,<br> And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements<br> of any.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> For we support all, fuse all,<br> After the rest is done and gone, we remain;<br> There is no final reliance but upon us;<br> Democracy rests finally upon us (I, my brethren, begin it,)<br> And our visions sweep through eternity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>

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