Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

The Prairie States - Poem by Walt Whitman

A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,
With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,
By all the world contributed--freedom's and law's and thrift's
society,
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time's accumulations,
To justify the past.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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