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chapter-215		chapter-215			.txt	text/plain	1307	98	87	Now I awhile retire to thee O soil of autumn fields, Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee, O harvest of my lands--O boundless summer growths, The shows of all the varied lands and all the growths and products. Thou groanst with riches, thy wealth clothes thee as a swathing-garment, A myriad-twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast demesne, As rain falls from the heaven and vapors rise from earth, so have Askd room those flushd immortal ranks, the first forth-stepping armies? I saw the day the return of the heroes, A pause--the armies wait, Other the arms the fields henceforth for you, or South or North, Not alone on those warlike fields the Mother of All, Well-pleased America thou beholdest, With these and else and with their own strong hands the heroes harvest. Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great	./cache/chapter-215.txt	./txt/chapter-215.txt