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O the precipice Titanic

Of the congregated Fall,

And the angle oceanic

Where the deepening thunders call—

And the Gorge so grim,

And the firmamental rim!

Multitudinously thronging

The waters all converge,

Then they sweep adown in sloping

Solidity of surge.

The Nation, in her impulse

Mysterious as the Tide,

In emotion like an ocean

Moves in power, not in pride;

And is deep in her devotion

As Humanity is wide.