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chapter-087		chapter-087			.txt	text/plain	2738	252	86	Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about What are the mountains calld that rise so high in the mists? Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east--America is provided for in the west, What do you hear Walt Whitman? I hear emulous shouts of Australians pursuing the wild horse, I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative of old poems, I hear the rhythmic myths of the Greeks, and the strong legends of I hear the tale of the divine life and bloody death of the beautiful The Japan waters, the beautiful bay of Nagasaki land-lockd in its I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see the defective human bodies of the earth, The helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women. And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth. You dim-descended, black, divine-sould African, large, fine-headed,	./cache/chapter-087.txt	./txt/chapter-087.txt