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And thou America, Thy offspring towering e’er so high, yet higher Thee above all towering, With Victory on thy left, and at thy right hand Law; Thou Union holding all, fusing, absorbing, tolerating all, Thee, ever thee, I sing.

Thou, also thou, a World, With all thy wide geographies, manifold, different, distant, Rounded by thee in one⁠—one common orbic language, One common indivisible destiny for All.

And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest, I here personify and call my themes, to make them pass before ye.

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