With All Thy Gifts
Walt Whitman
WITH all thy gifts, America, (Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--With these, and like of these, vouchsafed to thee, What if one gift thou lackest? (the ultimate human problem never solving;) The gift of Perfect Women fit for thee--What of that gift of gifts thou lackest? The towering Feminine of thee? the beauty, health, completion, fit for thee? The Mothers fit for thee?
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