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 no doubt deserved my enemies, but I dont believe I deserved my friends. – 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 no doubt deserved my enemies, but I dont believe I deserved my friends. – Walt Whitman
O lands! O all so dear to me — what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. – Walt Whitman