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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: To Foreign Lands

I heard that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle the New World,
And to define America, her athletic Democracy,
Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you
wanted.

#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass

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