"Going Somewhere"

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY - by Walt Whitman.

  My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend,
  (Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
  Ended our talk—"The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern
      learning, intuitions deep,
  “Of all Geologies—Histories—of all Astronomy—of Evolution,
      Metaphysics all,
  “Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,
  “Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is
      duly over,)
  “The world, the race, the soul—in space and time the universes,
  “All bound as is befitting each—all surely going somewhere.”

 

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