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Rh  What a filthy Presidentiad! (O south, your torrid
 * suns! O north, your arctic freezings!)

Are those really Congressmen? Are those the great
 * Judges? Is that the President?

Then I will sleep a while yet—for I see that These
 * States sleep, for reasons;

(With gathering murk—with muttering thunder and
 * lambent shoots, we all duly awake,

South, north, east, west, inland and seaboard, we will
 * surely awake.)



, take this gift! I was reserving it for some hero, orator, or general, One who should serve the good old cause, the progress
 * and freedom of the race, the cause of
 * my Soul;

But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you
 * just as much as to any.



The States, or any one of them, or any city of
 * The States, Resist much, obey little,

Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city, of this
 * earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

Rh