"Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life"
by Walt Whitman
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not!
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we
know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on—the death-envelop’d march
of
peace as well as war goes on;)
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave;
