Add to your show, before you close it, France,
With all the rest, visible, concrete, temples, towers, goods, machines
and ores,
Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs, ethereal but solid,
(We grand-sons and great-grandsons do not forget your grandsires,)
From fifty Nations and nebulous Nations, compacted, sent oversea to-day, America’s applause, love, memories and good-will.
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