Walt Whitman
- Life
Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail'd? then we send fresh armies-and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud applause; Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last; Struggling to-day the same-battling the same.
