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.