The Prairie States

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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