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TO thee, old Cause!
Thou peerless, passionate, good cause!
Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!
Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands!
After a strange, sad war—great war for thee,
(I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought,
for thee;)
These chants for thee—the eternal march of thee.
Thou orb of many orbs!
Thou seething principle! Thou well-kept, latent germ! Thou centre!
Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolving,
With all its angry and vehement play of causes,
(With yet unknown results to come, for thrice a thousand years,)
These recitatives for thee—my Book and the War are one,
Merged in its spirit I and mine—as the contest hinged on thee,
As a wheel on its axis turns, this Book, unwitting to itself,
Around the Idea of thee.
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Comments
Eric is right about Whitman being pessimistic but I sure don't agre that he is generalistic and assumptuous. I believe Whitman's style seemingly simple but the content is rich and the meanings to be derived profound. I thinkk being the sensitive modern American that he was there was a lot to be pessimistic about during his time! He was ahead of his time..
Tony from Zimbabwe