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Here are a few excerpts from a book I recently read, "Leaves of Grass," by Walt Whitman.

A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest, 

A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons, 

Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion, 

A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker, 

Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest. 

I resist any thing better than my own diversity, 

Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, 

And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

O the joy of my spirit—it is uncaged—it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.

The moon gives you light, 

And the bugles and the drums give you music, 

And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, 

My heart gives you love.