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GOD.

Walt Whitman

Chanting the Square Deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides;

Out of the old and new--out of the square entirely divine,

Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed)--From this side JEHOVAH am I,

Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;

Not Time affects me--I am Time, modern as any;

Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments;

As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,

Aged beyond computation--yet ever new--ever with those mighty laws rolling,

Relentless, I forgive no man--whoever sins dies--I will have that man's

life;

Therefore let none expect mercy--Have the seasons, gravitation, the

appointed days, mercy?--No more have I;

But as the seasons, and gravitation--and as all the appointed days, that

forgive not,

I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least remorse.