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Song of Myself

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease
observing a spear of summer grass, of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood
form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same.

I, now thirty-seven years old
in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are,
but never forgotten, never forgotten,
never forgotten, never forgotten.

I harbor for good or bad,
I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check, nature without check,
Nature without check, with original energy.

W. Whitman (Clockmasters)

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