"Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune,

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

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You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,

I believe that much unseen is also here.

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Gently, but with undeniable will,

divesting myself of the holds that would hold me,

I inhale great draughts of space.

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Here is the test of wisdom,

Here is realization,

Here is a man tallied.

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I am larger, better than I thought,

I did not know I held so much goodness,

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All seems beautiful to me." 

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Walt Whitman 1856