Gliding O’er all
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Gliding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.
| from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman | |
| Thought (2) | Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour 
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