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LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA.

Walt Whitman

Long, too long America,

Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and

prosperity only,

But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing,

grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,

And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse

really are,

(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse

really are?)