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O Thou who hast beneath Thy hand / The dark foundations of the land,— …
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O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, / Who stand’st among the nations now, …
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O Thou who lovest not alone / The swift success, the instant goal, …
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I Hear the low wind wash the softening snow, / The low tide loiter down the shore. The night, …
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From “Ariadne” / HUNG like a rich pomegranate o’er the sea …
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When the gray lake-water rushes / Past the dripping alder-bushes, …
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In the wide awe and wisdom of the night / I saw the round world rolling on its way, …