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A song of the good green grass	A
A song no more of the city streets	B
A song of farms a song of the soil of fields	C
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A song with the smell of sun dried hay where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch fork	D
A song tasting of new wheat and of fresh husk'd maize	E
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For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself	F
Now I awhile return to thee O soil of Autumn fields	C
Reclining on thy breast giving myself to thee	G
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart	H
Tuning a verse for thee	G
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O Earth that hast no voice confide to me a voice	I
O harvest of my lands O boundless summer growths	J
O lavish brown parturient earth O infinite teeming womb	K
A verse to seek to see to narrate thee	G
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Ever upon this stage	L
Is acted God's calm annual drama	M
Gorgeous processions songs of birds	N
Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul	O
The heaving sea the waves upon the shore the musical strong waves	P
The woods the stalwart trees the slender tapering trees	Q
The flowers the grass the lilliput countless armies of the grass	A
The heat the showers the measureless pasturages	A
The scenery of the snows the winds' free orchestra	M
The stretching light hung roof of clouds the clear cerulean and the bulging silvery fringes	A
The high dilating stars the placid beckoning stars	A
The moving flocks and herds the plains and emerald meadows	A
The shows of all the varied lands and all the growths and products	A
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Fecund America To day	R
Thou art all over set in births and joys	A
Thou groan'st with riches thy wealth clothes thee as with a swathing garment	S
Thou laughest loud with ache of great possessions	A
A myriad twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast demesne	T
As some huge ship freighted to water's edge thou ridest into port	U
As rain falls from the heaven and vapors rise from earth so have the precious values fallen upon thee and risen out of thee	G
Thou envy of the globe thou miracle	V
Thou bathed choked swimming in plenty	G
Thou lucky Mistress of the tranquil barns	A
Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon thy world and lookest East and lookest West	W
Dispensatress that by a word givest a thousand miles that giv'st a million farms and missest nothing	X
Thou All Acceptress thou Hospitable thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable	V
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When late I sang sad was my voice	A
Sad were the shows around me with deafening noises of hatred and smoke of conflict	Y
In the midst of the armies the Heroes I stood	Z
Or pass'd with slow step through the wounded and dying	X
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But now I sing not War	A2
Nor the measur'd march of soldiers nor the tents of camps	A
Nor the regiments hastily coming up deploying in line of battle	V
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No more the dead and wounded	B2
No more the sad unnatural shows of War	A2
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Ask'd room those flush'd immortal ranks the first forth stepping armies	A
Ask room alas the ghastly ranks the armies dread that follow'd	C2
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Pass pass ye proud brigades	A
So handsome dress'd in blue with your tramping sinewy legs	A
With your shoulders young and strong with your knapsacks and your muskets	A
How elate I stood and watch'd you where starting off you march'd	D2
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Pass then rattle drums again	T
Scream you steamers on the river out of whistles loud and shrill your salutes	A
For an army heaves in sight O another gathering army	G
Swarming trailing on the rear O you dread accruing army	G
O you regiments so piteous with your mortal diarrhoea with your fever	E2
O my land's maimed darlings with the plenteous bloody bandage and the crutch	F2
Lo your pallid army follow'd	C2
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But on these days of brightness	A
On the far stretching beauteous landscape the roads and lanes the high piled farm wagons and the fruits and barns	A
Shall the dead intrude	G2
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Ah the dead to me mar not they fit well in Nature	E2
They fit very well in the landscape under the trees and grass	A
And along the edge of the sky in the horizon's far margin	T
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Nor do I forget you departed	B2
Nor in winter or summer my lost ones	A
But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace like pleasing phantoms	A
Your dear memories rising glide silently by me	G
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I saw the day the return of the Heroes	A
Yet the Heroes never surpass'd shall never return	T
Them that day I saw not	H2
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I saw the interminable Corps I saw the processions of armies	A
I saw them approaching defiling by with divisions	A
Streaming northward their work done camping awhile in clusters of mighty camps	A
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No holiday soldiers youthful yet veterans	A
Worn swart handsome strong of the stock of homestead and workshop	I2
Harden'd of many a long campaign and sweaty march	J2
Inured on many a hard fought bloody field	K2
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A pause the armies wait	L2
A million flush'd embattled conquerors wait	L2
The world too waits then soft as breaking night and sure as dawn	T
They melt they disappear	M2
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Exult indeed O lands victorious lands	A
Not there your victory on those red shuddering fields	A
But here and hence your victory	G
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Melt melt away ye armies disperse ye blue clad soldiers	A
Resolve ye back again give up for good your deadly arms	A
Other the arms the fields henceforth for you or South or North or East or West	W
With saner wars sweet wars life giving wars	A
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Loud O my throat and clear O soul	O
The season of thanks and the voice of full yielding	X
The chant of joy and power for boundless fertility	G
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All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me	G
I see the true arenas of my race or first or last	N2
Man's innocent and strong arenas	A
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I see the Heroes at other toils	A
I see well wielded in their hands the better weapons	A
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I see where America Mother of All	O2
Well pleased with full spanning eye gazes forth dwells long	P2
And counts the varied gathering of the products	A
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Busy the far the sunlit panorama	M
Prairie orchard and yellow grain of the North	Q2
Cotton and rice of the South and Louisianian cane	T
Open unseeded fallows rich fields of clover and timothy	G
Kine and horses feeding and droves of sheep and swine	T
And many a stately river flowing and many a jocund brook	R2
And healthy uplands with their herby perfumed breezes	A
And the good green grass that delicate miracle the ever recurring grass	A
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Toil on Heroes harvest the products	A
Not alone on those warlike fields the Mother of All	O2
With dilated form and lambent eyes watch'd you	S2
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Toil on Heroes toil well Handle the weapons well	T2
The Mother of All yet here as ever she watches you	S2
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Well pleased America thou beholdest	N2
Over the fields of the West those crawling monsters	A
The human divine inventions the labor saving implements	A
Beholdest moving in every direction imbued as with life the revolving hay rakes	A
The steam power reaping machines and the horse power machines	A
The engines thrashers of grain and cleaners of grain well separating the straw the nimble work of the patent pitch fork	D
Beholdest the newer saw mill the southern cotton gin and the rice cleanser	E2
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Beneath thy look O Maternal	V
With these and else and with their own strong hands the Heroes harvest	N2
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All gather and all harvest	N2
Yet but for thee O Powerful not a scythe might swing as now in security	N2
Not a maize stalk dangle as now its silken tassels in peace	A
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Under Thee only they harvest even but a wisp of hay under thy great face only	N2
Harvest the wheat of Ohio Illinois Wisconsin every barbed spear under thee	N2
Harvest the maize of Missouri Kentucky Tennessee each ear in its light green sheath	U2
Gather the hay to its myriad mows in the odorous tranquil barns	A
Oats to their bins the white potato the buckwheat of Michigan to theirs	A
Gather the cotton in Mississippi or Alabama dig and hoard the golden the sweet potato of Georgia and the Carolinas	A
Clip the wool of California or Pennsylvania	M
Cut the flax in the Middle States or hemp or tobacco in the Borders	A
Pick the pea and the bean or pull apples from the trees or bunches of grapes from the vines	A
Or aught that ripens in all These States or North or South	V2
Under the beaming sun and under Thee	N2

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