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chapter-101		chapter-101			.txt	text/plain	2395	158	80	Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb, Over whose golden roof shall flaunt, beneath thy banner Freedom, Not only all the world of works, trade, products, You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones, One stately house shall be the music house, Shall ever here confront the laboring many, I say I bring thee Muse to-day and here, For the eternal real life to come. Thy offspring towering eer so high, yet higher Thee above all towering, For thee come trooping up thy waters and thy lands; Mark, thy interminable farms, North, South, But I have seen thee bunting, to tatters torn upon thy splinterd staff, None separate from thee--henceforth One only, we and thou, We own it all and several to-day indissoluble in thee; Our farms, inventions, crops, we own in thee! cities and States in thee! our very lives in thee!	./cache/chapter-101.txt	./txt/chapter-101.txt