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The Interior of the Nieuwe Kerk, Amsterdam, with a Sermon in Progress, by Emanuel de Witte
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: A Child’s Amaze

Silent and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
As contending against some being or influence.

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Song of Myself, XXXII

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Book XIV: Song of the Redwood-Tree

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