A Song

Walt Whitman


   COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
   I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
   I will make divine magnetic lands,
             With the love of comrades,
             With the life-long love of comrades.


   I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
         America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
         the prairies;
   I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's
         necks;
           By the love of comrades,
             By the manly love of comrades.


   For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme!       10
   For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
           In the love of comrades,
             In the high-towering love of comrades.

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