For Him I Sing
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For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.
| from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman | |
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