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A Christmas Greeting Post by :46691 Category :Poems Author :Walt Whitman Date :June 2011 Read :997

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A Christmas Greeting

Welcome, Brazilian brother--thy ample place is ready;

A loving hand--a smile from the north--a sunny instant hall!

(Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles, impedimentas,

Ours, ours the present throe, the democratic aim, the acceptance and the faith;)

To thee to-day our reaching arm, our turning neck--to thee from us the expectant eye,

Thou cluster free! thou brilliant lustrous one! thou, learning well,

The true lesson of a nation's light in the sky,

(More shining than the Cross, more than the Crown,)

The height to be superb humanity.

(The end)
Walt Whitman's poem: Christmas Greeting

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