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Walt Whitman - Virginia—The West.

THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days, 
I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing, 
(Memories of old in abeyance—love and faith in abeyance,) 
The insane knife toward the Mother of All. 
The noble Son, on sinewy feet advancing,
I saw—out of the land of prairies—land of Ohio’s waters, and of Indiana, 
To the rescue, the stalwart giant, hurry his plenteous offspring, 
Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders. 
Then the Mother of All, with calm voice speaking, 
As to you, Virginia, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me—and why seek
When you yourself forever provide to defend me? 
For you provided me Washington—and now these also.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 33. Virginia—The West.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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