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Quicksand Years
>> Walt Whitman <<
Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail--lines give way--substances mock and elude me; Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd Soul, eludes not; One's-self must never give way--that is the final substance--that out of all is sure; Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life--what at last finally remains? When shows break up, what but One's-Self is sure?
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