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This dust was once the man,Gentle, plain, just and resolute, under whose cautious hand,Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,Was saved the Union of these States. … [Read more...] about This Dust Was Once The Man, By: Walt Whitman

Hush’d be the camps to-day,And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,Our dear commander’s death. No more for him life’s stormy conflicts,Nor victory, nor defeat—no more time’s dark events,Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.But sing poet in our name, Sing of the love we bore him—because you, dweller in camps, … [Read more...] about Hush’d Be The Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865, By: Walt Whitman

To the leaven’d soil they trod calling I sing for the last,(Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tent-ropes,)In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and vistas again to peace restored,To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas beyond, to the South and the North,To the leaven’d soil of the general Western world to attest … [Read more...] about To The Leaven’d Soil They Trod, By: Walt Whitman

Turn O Libertad, for the war is over,From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past,From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past,From the chants of the feudal world, the triumphs of kings, slavery, caste,Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv’d and to come—give up … [Read more...] about Turn O Libertad, By: Walt Whitman

Adieu O soldier,You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)The rapid march, the life of the camp,The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manœuvre,Red battles with their slaughter, the stimulus, the strong terrific game,Spell of all brave and manly hearts, the trains of time through you and like of you all fill’d,With war and war’s expression. Adieu dear … [Read more...] about Adieu To A Soldier, By: Walt Whitman