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Leaves of Grass.
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- It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions of diseased corpses,
- It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,
- It renews, with such unwitting looks, its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,
- It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last.
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5.
1. All day I have walked the city, and talked with my friends, and thought of prudence,
- Of time, space, reality—of such as these, and abreast with them, prudence.
2. After all, the last explanation remains to be made about prudence,
- Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality.
3. The Soul is of itself,
- All verges to it—all has reference to what ensues,
- All that a person does, says, thinks, is of consequence,
- Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct life-time, or the hour of death, but the same affects him or her onward afterward through the indirect life-time.
