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63   See! steamers steaming through my poems!
See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and      landing;
See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's      hut, the flat-boat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the      rude fence, and the backwoods village;
See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the      other the Eastern Sea, how they advance and      retreat upon my poems, as upon their own      shores;
See, pastures and forests in my poems — See, animals,      wild and tame — See, beyond the Kanzas, count-     less herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly      grass;
See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with      paved streets, with iron and stone edifices,      ceaseless vehicles, and commerce;
See, the manypress — See,      the electric telegraph, stretching across the      Continent, from the Western Sea to Man-     hattan;
See, through Atlantica's depths, pulses American,      Europe reaching — pulses of Europe, duly re-     turn'd;
See, the strong and quick locomotive, as it departs,      panting, blowing the steam-whistle;
See, ploughmen, ploughing farms — See, miners, dig-     ging mines — See, the numberless factories;
See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools —      See from among them, superior judges, philo-     sophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in working      dresses;
See, lounging through the shops and fields of The      States, me, well-beloved, close-held by day and      night;
Hear the loud echoes of my songs there! Read the      hints come at last.

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