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27494	Whitman, Walt	The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman			.txt	text/plain	27101	1870	84	And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son. O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul! Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, Death's outlet song of life (for well dear brother I know, Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? life of the woods, the strong day's work, Cities, labours, death, animals, products, war, good and evil--these _Chant me the poem_, it said, _that comes from the soul of America,	./cache/27494.txt	./txt/27494.txt