Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff Gliding O'er allGliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I'll sing. Walt Whitman: Thought ("Of justice") Walt Whitman: By the Roadside Walt Whitman: Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour .com/t/lit/leaves-of-grass/ch20s23.html Sources Our Common Sources
