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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 126 of 382 · By the Roadside

Roaming in Thought [After reading Hegel]

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Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
steadily hastening towards immortality,
And the vast all that is call’d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
and become lost and dead.

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