WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life! 
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; 
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in! 
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not! 
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we
    know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on—the death-envelop’d march
    of
	peace as well as war goes on;) 
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave; 
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.

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Poet: Walt Whitman (Walt Whitman Art)
Poem: 6. Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 10. Marches Now the War is Over
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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