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Dedicated to Theodore Roosevelt	A
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From the Cordilleran Highlands	B
From the Height of Land	C
Far north	D
From the Lake of the Woods	E
From Rainy Lake	F
From Itasca's springs	G
From the snow and the ice	H
Of the mountains	I
Breathed on by the sun	J
And given life	K
Awakened by kisses of fire	L
Moving gliding as brightest hyaline	J
Down the cliffs	M
Down the hills	N
Over the stones	O
Trickling as rills	O
Swiftly running as mountain brooks	O
Swirling through runnels of rock	P
Curving in spher d silence	O
Around the long worn walls of granite gorges	O
Storming through chasms	O
And flowing for miles in quiet over the Titan basin	J
To the muddled waters of the mighty river	L
Himself obeying the call of the gulf	Q
And the unfathomed urge of the sea	O
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Waters of mountain peaks	O
Spirits of liberty	O
Leaving your pure retreats	O
For work in the world	R
Soiling your crystal springs	O
With the waste that is whirled to your breast as you run	J
Until you are foul as the crawling leviathan	J
That devours you	S
And uses you to carry waste and earth	T
For the making of land at the gulf	Q
For the conquest of land for the feet of men	J
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De Soto Marquette and La Salle	U
Planting your cross in vain	J
Gaining neither gold nor ivory	O
Nor tribute	V
For France or Spain	J
Making land alone	J
For liberty	O
You could proclaim in the name of the cross	O
The dominion of kings over a world that was new	S
But the river has altered its course	O
There are fertile fields	O
For a thousand miles where the river flowed that you knew	S
And there are liberty and democracy	O
For thousands of miles	O
Where in the name of kings and for the cross	O
You tramped the tangles for treasure	L
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The Falls of St Anthony tumble the waters	O
In laughter and tumult and roaring of voices	O
Swirling dancing leaping foaming	W
Spirits of caverns of canyons and gorges	O
Waters tinctured by star lights sweetened by breezes	O
Blown over snows out of the rosy northlands	O
Through forests of pine and hemlock	P
Whisperings of the Pacific grown symphonic	X
Voices of freedom restless unconquered	O
Mad with divinity fearless and free	O
Hunters and choppers warriors revelers	O
Laughers dancers fiddlers freemen	J
Climbing the crests of the Alleghenies	O
Singing chopping hunting fighting	W
Erupting into Kentucky and Tennessee	O
Into Ohio Indiana Illinois	O
Sweeping away the waste of the Indians	O
As the river carries mud for the making of land	O
And taking the land of Illinois from kings	O
And handing its allegiance to the Republic	Y
What riflemen with Daniel Boone for leader	L
And conquerors with Clark for captain	J
Plunge down like melted snows	O
The rocks and chasms of forbidden mountains	O
And make more land for freemen	J
Clear eyed hard muscled dauntless hunters	O
Choppers of forests and tillers of fields	O
Meet at last in a field of snow white clover	L
To make wise laws for states	O
And to teach their sons of the new West	O
That suffrage is the right of freemen	J
Until the lion of Tennessee	O
Who crushes king craft near the gulf	Q
Where La Salle proclaimed the crown	J
And the cross	O
Is made the ruler of the republic	Y
By freeman suffragans	O
And winners of the West	O
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Father of Waters Ever recurring symbol of wider freedom	Z
Even to the ocean girdled earth	T
The out worn rule of Florida rots your domain	J
But the lion of Tennessee asks Would you take from Spain	J
The land she has lost but in name	A2
It shall be done in a month if you loose my sword	O
It was done as he said	O
And the sick and drunken power of Spain that clung	B2
And sucked at the life of Chile Peru Argentina	J
Loosened under the blows of San Martin and Bolivar	L
Breathing the lightning thrown by Napoleon the Great	O
On the thrones of Europe	C2
Father of Waters 'twas you who made us say	O
No kings this side of the earth forever	L
One half of the earth shall be free	O
By our word and the might that is back of our word	O
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The falls of St Anthony tumble the waters	O
In laughter and tumult and roaring of voices	O
And the river moves in its winding channel toward the gulf	Q
Over the breast of De Soto	O
By the swamp grave of La Salle	U
The old days sleep the lion of Tennessee sleeps	O
With Daniel Boone and the hunters	O
The rifle men the revelers	O
The laughers and dancers and choppers	O
Who climbed the crests of the Alleghenies	O
And poured themselves into Tennessee Ohio	O
Kentucky Illinois the bountiful West	O
But the river never sleeps the river flows forever	L
Making land forever reclaiming the wastes of the sea	O
And the race never sleeps the race moves on forever	L
And wars must come as the waters must sweep away	O
Drift wood dead wood choking the strength of the river	L
For Liberty never sleeps	O
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The lion of Tennessee sleeps	O
And over the graves of the hunters and choppers	O
The tramp of troops is heard	O
There is war again	J
O Father of Waters	O
There is war O symbol of freedom	Z
They have chained your giant strength for the cause	O
Of trade in men	J
But a man of the West a denizen of your shore	D2
Wholly American	J
Compact clear eyed nerved like a hunter	L
Who knew no faster beat of the heart	O
Except in charity forgiveness peace	O
Generous plain democratic	X
Scarcely appraising himself at full	E2
A spiritual rifleman and chopper	L
Of the breed of Daniel Boone	J
This man your child O Father of Waters	O
Waked from the winter sleep of a useless day	O
By the rising sun of a Freedom bright and strong	F2
Slipped like the loosened snows of your mountain streams	O
Into a channel of fate as sure as your own	J
A fate which said till the thing be done	J
Turn not back nor stop	G2
Ulysses of the great Atlantis	O
Wholly American	J
Patient silent tireless watchful undismayed	O
Grant at Fort Donelson Grant at Vicksburg	H2
Leading the sons of choppers and riflemen	J
Pushing on as the hunters and farmers	O
Poured from the mountains into the West	O
Freed you Father of Waters	O
To flow to the Gulf and be one	J
With the earth engirdled tides of time	I2
And gave us states made ready for the hands	O
Wholly American	J
Hunters choppers tillers fighters	O
For epochs vast and new	J
In Truth in Liberty	O
Posters from land to land and sea to sea	O
Till all the earth be free	O
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Ulysses of the great Atlantis	O
Dream not of disaster	L
Sleep the sleep of the brave	J2
In your couch afar from the Father of Waters	O
A new Ulysses arises	O
Who turns not back nor stops	O
Till the thing is done	J
He cuts with one stroke of the sword	O
The stubborn neck that keeps the Gulf	Q
And the Caribbean	J
From the luring Pacific	X
Roosevelt the hunter the pioneer	K2
Wholly American	J
Winner of greater wests	O
Till all the earth be free	O
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And forever as long as the river flows toward the Gulf	Q
Ulysses reincarnate shall come	Z
To guard our places of sleep	L2
Till East and West shall be one in the west of heaven and earth	T
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In an old print	O
I see a thicket of masts on the river	L
But in the prints to be	O
There will be lake boats	O
With port holes funnels rows of decks	O
Huddled like swans by the docks	O
Under the shadows of cliffs of brick	X
And who will know from the prints to be	O
When the Albatross and the Golden Eagle	M2
The flying craft which shall carry the vision	J
Of impatient lovers wounded by Spring	W
To the shaded rivers of Michigan	J
That it was the Missouri the Iowa	J
And the City of Benton Harbor	L
Which lay huddled like swans by the docks	O
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You are not Lake Leman	J
Walled in by Mt Blanc	N2
One sees the whole world round you	J
And beyond you Lake Michigan	J
And when the melodious winds of March	O2
Wrinkle you and drive on the shore	D2
The serpent rifts of sand and snow	J
And sway the giant limbs of oaks	O
Longing to bud	O
The boats put forth for the ports that began to stir	L
With the creak of reels unwinding the nets	O
And the ring of the caulking wedge	P2
But in the June days	O
The Alabama ploughs through liquid tons	O
Of sapphire waves	O
She sinks from hills to valleys of water	L
And rises again	J
Like a swimming gull	M2
I wish a hundred years to come and forever	L
All lovers could know the rapture	L
Of the lake boats sailing the first Spring days	O
To coverts of hepatica	N2
With the whole world sphering round you	J
And the whole of the sky beyond you	J
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I knew the captain of the City of Grand Rapids	O
He had sailed the seas as a boy	O
And he stood on deck against the railing	N2
Puffing a cigar	Q2
Showing in his eyes the cinema flash of the sun on the waves	O
It was June and life was easy	O
One could lie on deck and sleep	L2
Or sit in the sun and dream	R2
People were walking the decks and talking	N2
Children were singing	N2
And down on the purser's deck	N2
A man was dancing by himself	S2
Whirling around like a dervish	T2
And this captain said to me	O
No life is better than this	O
I could live forever	L
And do nothing but run this boat	O
From the dock at Chicago to the dock at Holland	O
And back again	J
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One time I went to Grand Haven	J
On the Alabama with Charley Shippey	O
It was dawn but white dawn only	O
Under the reign of Leucothea	T
As we volplaned so it seemed from the lake	N2
Past the lighthouse into the river	L
And afterward laughing and talking	N2
Hurried to Van Dreezer's restaurant	O
For breakfast	O
Charley knew him and talked of things	O
Unknown to me as he cooked the breakfast	O
Then we fished the mile's length of the pier	K2
In a gale full of warmth and moisture	L
Which blew the gulls about like confetti	O
And flapped like a flag the linen duster	L
Of a fisherman who paced the pier	K2
Charley called him Rip Van Winkle	M2
The only thing that could be better	L
Than this day on the pier	K2
Would be its counterpart in heaven	J
As Swedenborg would say	O
Charley is fishing somewhere now I think	N2
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There is a grove of oaks on a bluff by the river	L
At Berrien Springs	O
There is a cottage that eyes the lake	N2
Between pines and silver birches	O
At South Haven	J
There is the inviolable wonder of wooded shore	D2
Curving for miles at Saugatuck	N2
And at Holland a beach like Scheveningen's	O
And at Charlevoix the sudden quaintness	O
Of an old world place by the sea	O
There are the hills around Elk Lake	N2
Where the blue of the sky is so still and clear	K2
It seems it was rubbed above them	U2
By the swipe of a giant thumb	Z
And beyond these the little Traverse Bay	O
Where the roar of the breeze goes round	O
Like a roulette ball in the groove of the wheel	V2
Circling the bay	O
And beyond these Mackinac and the Cheneaux Islands	O
And beyond these a great mystery	O
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Neither ice floes nor winter's palsy	O
Stays the tide in the river	L