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DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI AT NIGHT
Sowing the waves with a fiery rain,
Leaving behind us a lane of light,
Weaving a web in the woof of night,
Cleaving a continent's wealth in twain.
Leaving behind us a lane of light,
Weaving a web in the woof of night,
Cleaving a continent's wealth in twain.
Lighting the world with a way of flame,
Writing, even as the lightnings write
High over the awful arched forehead of night,
Jehovah's dread, unutterable name.
Writing, even as the lightnings write
High over the awful arched forehead of night,
Jehovah's dread, unutterable name.
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