Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories
of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,

Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great
house,

But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with
them,

How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging,
long and long,

Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering,
how affectionate and faithful they were,

Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away fill'd with the bitterest
envy.

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