Other May Praise What They Like
Walt Whitman
OTHERS may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in
art, or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river--also the
western prairie-scent,
And fully exudes it again.
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- Walt Whitman : Patroling Barnegat
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