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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 217 of 382 · Autumn Rivulets

Others May Praise What They Like

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Others may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art
or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the
western prairie-scent,
And exudes it all again.

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