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chapter-115		chapter-115			.txt	text/plain	352	21	85	Year of meteors! Year of meteors! I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States, The tables of population and products, I would sing of your ships Songs thereof would I sing, to all that hitherward comes would welcome give, And you would I sing, fair stripling! There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay, to sing; Nor the strange huge meteor-procession dazzling and clear shooting Of such, and fitful as they, I sing--with gleams from them would Year of comets and meteors transient and strange--lo! As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,	./cache/chapter-115.txt	./txt/chapter-115.txt