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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 329 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

True Conquerors

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Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
Enough that they’ve survived at all--long life’s unflinching ones!
Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all--
in that alone,
True conquerors o’er all the rest.

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