Memories

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

  How sweet the silent backward tracings!
  The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed
      —their loves, joys, persons, voyages.

 

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY by Walt Whitman
America (LoG)	To-Dy and Thee

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