Long, Too Long, O Land! By Walt Whitman

Long, Too Long, O Land!

LONG, too long, O land,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn’d from joys and
prosperity only;
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish–advancing,
grappling with direst fate, and recoiling not;
And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your children
en-masse really are;
(For who except myself has yet conceiv’d what your children en-masse
really are?)

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