Salut au Monde!, by Walt Whitman
1 O take my hand Walt Whitman!
Such gliding ...
1 O take my hand Walt Whitman!
Such gliding ...
So leave her, and cast care from thy heart wit...
PRELUDE I If earth's lost youth thou ha...
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...
In far 'Mid-Africa, where woods
Illimitable w...
High beats the hunter's heart when all the nigh...
For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
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For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
Amid the wildernesses vast
That gird the Missi...
Majestic river! In thy onward course,
Like th...