Thick-sprinkled Bunting

Walt Whitman

   THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
   Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with
         bloody death!
   For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world!
   All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy
         banner!
   --Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest born, to flaunt
         unrival'd?
   O hasten, flag of man! O with sure and steady step, passing highest
         flags of kings,
   Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol--run up above them all,
   Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!

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