WALT WHITMAN

WALT WHITMAN

Mountain-like he towers, a MatterhornMidst many minor peaks;And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;A finger pointing into boundless space,A head raised high above the shifting clouds,A heart that beats in unison with all,An eye that first beholds the rising sunAnd is the last to see her parting glory,A clarion-call to freedom,A gesture of revolt,A world-encircling brotherhood embrace,An exaltation of the lowly,A vindication of the truth,A glorification of the human body,A declaration of the right of allTo live, to love, to dare and to do,A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!

Mountain-like he towers, a MatterhornMidst many minor peaks;And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;A finger pointing into boundless space,A head raised high above the shifting clouds,A heart that beats in unison with all,An eye that first beholds the rising sunAnd is the last to see her parting glory,A clarion-call to freedom,A gesture of revolt,A world-encircling brotherhood embrace,An exaltation of the lowly,A vindication of the truth,A glorification of the human body,A declaration of the right of allTo live, to love, to dare and to do,A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!

Mountain-like he towers, a MatterhornMidst many minor peaks;And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;A finger pointing into boundless space,A head raised high above the shifting clouds,A heart that beats in unison with all,An eye that first beholds the rising sunAnd is the last to see her parting glory,A clarion-call to freedom,A gesture of revolt,A world-encircling brotherhood embrace,An exaltation of the lowly,A vindication of the truth,A glorification of the human body,A declaration of the right of allTo live, to love, to dare and to do,A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!

Mountain-like he towers, a Matterhorn

Midst many minor peaks;

And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;

A finger pointing into boundless space,

A head raised high above the shifting clouds,

A heart that beats in unison with all,

An eye that first beholds the rising sun

And is the last to see her parting glory,

A clarion-call to freedom,

A gesture of revolt,

A world-encircling brotherhood embrace,

An exaltation of the lowly,

A vindication of the truth,

A glorification of the human body,

A declaration of the right of all

To live, to love, to dare and to do,

A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!


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