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LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice
me—O if I could but obtain knowledge! |
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Then my lands engrossed me—Lands of the prairies,
Ohio's land, the southern savannas, engrossed me—For them I would live—I would be their orator; |
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Then I met the examples of old and new heroes—I
heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless per- sons—And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any—and would be so; |
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And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up
the songs of the New World—And then I be- lieved my life must be spent in singing; |
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But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of
the south savannas, Ohio's land, |
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Take notice, you Kanuck woods—and you Lake
Huron—and all that with you roll toward Niagara—and you Niagara also, |
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And you, Californian mountains—That you each
and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, |
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For I can be your singer of songs no longer—One
who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love, |
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With the rest I dispense—I sever from what I
thought would suffice me, for it does not—it is now empty and tasteless to me, |
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I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of The States,
and the example of heroes, no more, |
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I am indifferent to my own songs—I will go with
him I love, |
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It is to be enough for us that we are together—We
never separate again. |