...the men ever hora are also my brothers. .. .and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the Creation is love ; And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the fields. A child said, what is the Grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child ?...

...all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a Kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves, stiff...little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm-fence, and heaped stones, alder, mullen, sod pokeweed. "A child said, ' Wliat it the grata ?'...

...their plated manes." Here are some strange passages from Whitman in which strange mixtures occur : "A child said, What is the grass? — fetching it...to me with full hands. How could I answer the child ? 1 do not know What it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of...

...all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, I And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones,...

...have, rooted in the ground ! the weeds of the sea have ! the animals ! " Proud Music of the Storm. ' '' And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the...And brown ants in the little wells beneath them." Song of Myself. To both poets old age is but the estuary that enlarges itself and opens broadly into...

...all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff...fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer the"*cm'ld ? I do not know what it is any more than he. guess it must be the flag of my disposition,...

...spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever bom are also my brothers, and the And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And...mullein and poke-weed. A child said What is the grass t fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more...

...all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff...fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. Such utterance is not wholly new in literature. Immortality has been held as a dogma for many centuries....

...all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff...fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. Such utterance is not wholly new in literature. Immortality has been held as a dogma for many centuries....

...the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers ; And that a kelson of the creation is love ; And limitless are leaves, stiff...beneath them ; And mossy scabs of the worm fence, and heap'd stones, elder, mullen and poke-weed. 90 A child said, What is the grass t fetching it to...