by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Loud, O my throat, and clear, O soul!
Language: English
Loud, O my throat, and clear, O soul! The season of thanks, and the voice of full-yielding; The chant of joy and power for boundless fertility. All till’d and untill’d fields expand before me; I see the true arenas of my race -- or first, or last, Man’s innocent and strong arenas. I see the Heroes at other toils; I see, well-wielded in their hands, the better weapons.
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Confirmed with Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Philadelphia: David McKay, c1900.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Leaves of Grass, in A Carol of Harvest, for 1867, no. 10 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-04-18
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