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I see where America, Mother of All,Well-pleased, with full-spanning eye, gazes forth, dwells long,
And counts the varied gathering of the products.
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Busy the far, the sunlit panorama;Prairie, orchard, and yellow grain of the North,
Cotton and rice of the South, and Louisianian cane;
Open, unseeded fallows, rich fields of clover and timothy,
Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine,
And many a stately river flowing, and many a jocund brook,
And healthy uplands with their herby-perfumed breezes,
And the good green grass—that delicate miracle, the ever-recurring grass.
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