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| ACROSS the land their long lines pass; | |
| More souls come to us sun by sun, | |
| Each ship a city as she rides, | |
| Than manned the march of Washington. | |
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| From ancient states where burthens lie | 5 |
| Extortionate upon the poor, | |
| Men rise like flocks from leafless woods, | |
| Then flight a shadow at our door. | |
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| A shadow passing life by life | |
| Into the morrow of our race; | 10 |
| What know we of the unseen minds? | |
| These hands have riches we embrace. | |
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| What common thought so many moves? | |
| Our laws with Liberty are brave; | |
| Beneath them men will take content | 15 |
| A wage, a lodging, and a grave. | |
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| Strange to each other as to us, | |
| The races of the world are ours; | |
| No sleepless frontiers here impede | |
| A secret ballot’s sacred powers. | 20 |
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| Ye patient aliens! Sifting in | |
| Where trades a fateful welcome burn, | |
| Bequeath your children what you find— | |
| A land to which all peoples turn. | |
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