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First Line: To the leaven'd soul they trod calling I sing for the last
Last Line: But the hot sun of the south is to fully ripen my songs.
Subject(s): Reconstruction (1865-1876)


To the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last,
(Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the
tentropes,)
In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching
circuits and vistas again to peace restored,
To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas
beyond, to the South and the North,
To the leaven'd soil of the general Western world to attest my songs,
To the Alleghanian hills and the tireless Mississippi,
To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods,
To the plains of the poems of heroes, to the prairies spreading wide,
To the far-off sea and the unseen winds, and the sane impalpable air;
And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)
The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely,
The prairie draws me close, as the father to bosom broad the son,
The Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end,
But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.





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