THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close,
    always
	obligated; 
Thither hours, months, years—thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most
    minute;
	
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates; 
Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant, 
As a father, to his father going, takes his children along with him.         5

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 19. Savantism.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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