We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Walt Whitman

Pioneers! O Pioneers!

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Progress

Author

Walt Whitman

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Leaves of Grass

Medium

Poem

Language

English

Time

1867 1860s 19th century

Occupation

Poet Writer

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United States

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Whitman, Walt. "Pioneers! O Pioneers!" Leaves of Grass. Walt Whitman, 1867, st. 2.

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The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

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To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

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And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
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