A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, 
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms, 
With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one, 
By all the world contributed—freedom’s and law’s and thrift’s society,
    
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time’s accumulations,
To justify the past.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 58. Prairie States, The.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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