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chapter-204		chapter-204			.txt	text/plain	183	6	69	To the Leavend Soil They Trod To the leavend soil they trod calling I sing for the last, (Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tent-ropes,) In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and vistas again to peace restored, To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas beyond, to the South and the North, To the leavend soil of the general Western world to attest my songs, To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods, To the plains of the poems of heroes, to the prairies spreading wide, To the far-off sea and the unseen winds, and the sane impalpable air; The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely, The prairie draws me close, as the father to bosom broad the son, But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.	./cache/chapter-204.txt	./txt/chapter-204.txt