Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) – Walt Whitman
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. – Walt Whitman

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) – Walt Whitman
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. – Walt Whitman
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I dont believe I deserved my friends. – Walt Whitman
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death. – Walt Whitman