From Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman:

Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated,
Thither hours, months, years - thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute,
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates;
Thither we also, I with my leaves and my songs, trustful, admirant,
As a father to his father going takes his children along with him.

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