Long, Too Long, O Land!

Walt Whitman

   LONG, too long, O land,
   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?)

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