Walt Whitman Child Poems

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.
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SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his
statements,
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THERE was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of
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