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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.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Philadelphia: David McKay, c1900.


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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2022-04-18
Line count: 8
Word count: 67