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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 330 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

The United States to Old World Critics

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Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete, Wealth, order, travel, shelter, products, plenty; As of the building of some varied, vast, perpetual edifice, Whence to arise inevitable in time, the towering roofs, the lamps, The solid-planted spires tall shooting to the stars.

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