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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	D
handle the pitch fork	E
A song tasting of new wheat and of fresh husk'd maize	F
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For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself	G
Now I awhile return to thee O soil of Autumn fields	C
Reclining on thy breast giving myself to thee	H
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart	I
Tuning a verse for thee	H
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O Earth that hast no voice confide to me a voice	J
O harvest of my lands O boundless summer growths	K
O lavish brown parturient earth O infinite teeming womb	L
A verse to seek to see to narrate thee	H
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Ever upon this stage	M
Is acted God's calm annual drama	N
Gorgeous processions songs of birds	O
Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul	P
The heaving sea the waves upon the shore the musical strong waves	Q
The woods the stalwart trees the slender tapering trees	R
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	N
The stretching light hung roof of clouds the clear cerulean and	S
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	T
Thou art all over set in births and joys	A
Thou groan'st with riches thy wealth clothes thee as with a swathing	E
garment	U
Thou laughest loud with ache of great possessions	A
A myriad twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast	V
demesne	W
As some huge ship freighted to water's edge thou ridest into port	X
As rain falls from the heaven and vapors rise from earth so have	Y
the precious values fallen upon thee and risen out of thee	H
Thou envy of the globe thou miracle	Z
Thou bathed choked swimming in plenty	H
Thou lucky Mistress of the tranquil barns	A
Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon	W
thy world and lookest East and lookest West	A2
Dispensatress that by a word givest a thousand miles that giv'st a	N
million farms and missest nothing	E
Thou All Acceptress thou Hospitable thou only art hospitable as	A
God is hospitable	Z
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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	S
smoke of conflict	B2
In the midst of the armies the Heroes I stood	C2
Or pass'd with slow step through the wounded and dying	E
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But now I sing not War	D2
Nor the measur'd march of soldiers nor the tents of camps	A
Nor the regiments hastily coming up deploying in line of battle	Z
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No more the dead and wounded	E2
No more the sad unnatural shows of War	D2
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Ask'd room those flush'd immortal ranks the first forth stepping	E
armies	A
Ask room alas the ghastly ranks the armies dread that follow'd	F2
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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	D2
muskets	A
How elate I stood and watch'd you where starting off you	G2
march'd	H2
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Pass then rattle drums again	W
Scream you steamers on the river out of whistles loud and shrill	I2
your salutes	A
For an army heaves in sight O another gathering army	H
Swarming trailing on the rear O you dread accruing army	H
O you regiments so piteous with your mortal diarrhoea with your	D2
fever	J2
O my land's maimed darlings with the plenteous bloody bandage and	S
the crutch	K2
Lo your pallid army follow'd	F2
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But on these days of brightness	A
On the far stretching beauteous landscape the roads and lanes the	N
high piled farm wagons and the fruits and barns	A
Shall the dead intrude	L2
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Ah the dead to me mar not they fit well in Nature	J2
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	W
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Nor do I forget you departed	E2
Nor in winter or summer my lost ones	A
But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at	M2
peace like pleasing phantoms	A
Your dear memories rising glide silently by me	H
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I saw the day the return of the Heroes	A
Yet the Heroes never surpass'd shall never return	W
Them that day I saw not	N2
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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	O2
mighty camps	A
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No holiday soldiers youthful yet veterans	A
Worn swart handsome strong of the stock of homestead and	S
workshop	P2
Harden'd of many a long campaign and sweaty march	Q2
Inured on many a hard fought bloody field	R2
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A pause the armies wait	S2
A million flush'd embattled conquerors wait	S2
The world too waits then soft as breaking night and sure as	A
dawn	W
They melt they disappear	T2
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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	H
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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	D2
East or West	A2
With saner wars sweet wars life giving wars	A
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Loud O my throat and clear O soul	P
The season of thanks and the voice of full yielding	E
The chant of joy and power for boundless fertility	H
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All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me	H
I see the true arenas of my race or first or last	V
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	U2
Well pleased with full spanning eye gazes forth dwells long	E
And counts the varied gathering of the products	A
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Busy the far the sunlit panorama	N
Prairie orchard and yellow grain of the North	V2
Cotton and rice of the South and Louisianian cane	W
Open unseeded fallows rich fields of clover and timothy	H
Kine and horses feeding and droves of sheep and swine	W
And many a stately river flowing and many a jocund brook	E
And healthy uplands with their herby perfumed breezes	A
And the good green grass that delicate miracle the ever recurring	E
grass	A
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Toil on Heroes harvest the products	A
Not alone on those warlike fields the Mother of All	U2
With dilated form and lambent eyes watch'd you	G2
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Toil on Heroes toil well Handle the weapons well	W2
The Mother of All yet here as ever she watches you	G2
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Well pleased America thou beholdest	V
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	N
revolving hay rakes	A
The steam power reaping machines and the horse power machines	A
The engines thrashers of grain and cleaners of grain w	-

Walt Whitman

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