From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto IV, XLVI)
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Albery Allson Whitman
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Untitled Document Who finds this country now, exulting finds
That nature sounds the anthems of the free,—
The boundless prairie swept by restless winds,
Great forests shouting on tumultuously,
Rivers that send their greetings to the sea,
Peace-loving vales, where weed-brimmed waters run,
Broad lakes, whose shade-fringed margins lisp their glee,
Mountains, that prop their green heights in the sun,
And herded slopes that winter never looks upon!
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