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
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time's accumulations,
To justify the past.
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