O lands! O all so dear to me -- what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. Walt Whitman Next Quote Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) - Walt Whitman Previous Quote Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people. - Walt Whitman