<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Leaven'd Soil They Trod</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;<br> (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead,<br> But forth from my tent emerging for good--loosing, untying the tent-<br> ropes;)<br> In the freshness, the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits<br> and vistas, again to peace restored,<br> To the fiery fields emanative, and the endless vistas beyond--to the<br> south and the north;<br> To the leaven'd soil of the general western world, to attest my<br> songs,<br> (To the average earth, the wordless earth, witness of war and peace,)<br> To the Alleghanian hills, and the tireless Mississippi,<br> To the rocks I, calling, sing, and all the trees in the woods,<br> To the plain of the poems of heroes, to the prairie spreading<br> wide, 10<br> To the far-off sea, and the unseen winds, and the same impalpable<br> air;<br> ... And responding, they answer all, (but not in words,)<br> The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely;<br> The prairie draws me close, as the father, to bosom broad, the son;<br> The Northern ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end;<br> But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535203" data-title="To The Leaven'd Soil They Trod de Walt Whitman" data-description="TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my tent emerging for good--loosing, untying the tent- ropes;) In the freshness, the forenoon air, in the far-stret..."></div> </div> </div>

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