THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and
nestling close, always obligated;
Thither hours, months, years–thither trades, compacts,
establishments, even the most minute;
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates;
Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant,
As a father, to his father going, takes his children along with him.
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