The Walt Whitman Archive
Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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FOR HIM I SING.
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I raise the Present on the Past,
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(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on
the past:)
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With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the im-
mortal laws,
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To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
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