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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with
bloody death,
For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;
Dream’d again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival’d?
O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest
flags of kings,
Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol—run up above them all,
Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!

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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Faces

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Life and Death

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