Walt Whitman

Today I thought I’d go back to an old classic, an excerpt from Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.  He spent the last 17 or so years of his life in Camden until he died in 1892. This he wrote about Camden:

I DREAM’D in a dream, I saw a city invincible to all the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;

I dream’d that was a new City of Friends;

Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love- it led the rest;

It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,

And in all their looks and words.


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