The past, the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present, after all, but a growth out of the past.


Complete Poetry and Collected Prose, Leaves of Grass, Passage to India


The past, the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present, after all, but a growth out of the past.

The past, the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present, after all, but a growth out of the past.

The past, the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present, after all, but a growth out of the past.

The past, the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present, after all, but a growth out of the past.