by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
I see where America, Mother of All
Language: English
I see where America, Mother of All, Well-pleased, with full-spanning eye, gazes forth, dwells long, And counts the varied gathering of the products. Busy the far, the sunlit panorama; Prairie, orchard, and yellow grain of the North, Cotton and rice of the South, and Louisianian cane; Open, unseeded fallows, rich fields of clover and timothy, Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, And many a stately river flowing, and many a jocund brook, And healthy uplands with their herby-perfumed breezes, And the good green grass -- that delicate miracle, the ever-recurring grass.
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Confirmed with Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Philadelphia: David McKay, c1900.
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Leaves of Grass, in A Carol of Harvest, for 1867, no. 11 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-04-18
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Word count: 94