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Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Stronger Lessons

Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were
tender with you, and stood aside for you?
Have you not learn’d great lessons from those who reject you, and brace
themselves against you? or who treat you with contempt, or dispute
the passage with you?

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