It Takes Life To Love Life.

The Spiritual Kinship Between Lincoln And Whitman Was Founded Upon Their Americanism, Their Essential Westernism. Whitman Had Grown Up Without Much Formal Education; Lincoln Had Scarcely Any Education. One Had Become The Notable Poet Of The Day; One The Orator Of The Gettsyburg Address. It Was Inevitable That Whitman As A Poet Should Turn With A Feeling Of Kinship To Lincoln, And Even Without Any Association Or Contact Feel That Lincoln Was His.

The Soul Of The River Had Entered My Soul, And The Gathered Power Of My Soul Was Moving So Swiftly, It Seemed To Be At Rest Under Cities Of Cloud And Under Spheres Of Silver And Changing Worlds Until I Saw A Flash Of Trumpets Above The Battlements Over Time!

This Is A Man With An Old Face, Always Old... There Was Pathos, In His Face, And In His Eyes. The Early Weariness; And Sometimes Tears In His Eyes, Which He Let Slip Unconsciously On His Cheek, Or Brushed Away With An Unconcerned Hand. There Were Tears For Human Suffering, Or For A Glance Into The Vast Futility Of Life, Which He Had Seen From The First, Being Old When He Was Born.

The Much-sought Prize Of Eternal Youth Is Just Arrested Growth.

To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.