Excerpts from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

…I am larger, better than I thought; 
I did not know I held so much goodness. . . . From this hour, freedom!  From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, 
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say, 
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, 
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me . . . 

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