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There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage,If I, you, the worlds, all beneath or upon their surfaces, and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
We should surely bring up again where we now stand,
And as surely go as much farther—and then farther and farther.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |