NO labor-saving machine, 
Nor discovery have I made; 
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library, 
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, 
Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book for the book-shelf;
Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, 
For comrades and lovers.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 28. No Labor-Saving Machine.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 3. Calamus
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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