 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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I saw the day, the return of the Heroes;(Yet the Heroes never surpass'd, shall never return;
Them, that day, I saw not.)
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I saw the interminable Corps—I saw the processions of armies,I saw them approaching, defiling by, with divisions,
Streaming northward, their work done, camping awhile in clusters of mighty camps.
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No holiday soldiers!—youthful, yet veterans;Worn, swart, handsome, strong, of the stock of homestead and workshop,
Harden'd of many a long campaign and sweaty march,
Inured on many a hard-fought, bloody field.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |