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O mater! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! O you teeming cities! O so invincible, turbulent,
 * proud!

O race of the future! O women! O fathers! O you men of passion and the storm! O native power only! O beauty! O yourself! O God! O divine average! O you bearded roughs! O bards! O all those slumberers! O arouse! the dawn-bird's throat sounds shrill! Do
 * you not hear the cock crowing?

O, as I walk'd the beach, I heard the mournful notes
 * foreboding a tempest—the low, oft-repeated
 * shriek of the diver, the long-lived loon;

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