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For Him I Sing
For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.
by
Walt Whitman
by Walt Whitman
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This was fantastic.
Written around 1891.
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Written by
Walt Whitman
, in the public domain.
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