For Him I Sing

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Title:     For Him I Sing
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: For Him I Sing

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