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
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best. – 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
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best. – Walt Whitman
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. – Walt Whitman