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Long, too long America,
Travelling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys
and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from
crises of anguish, advancing,
grappling with direst fate
and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the
world what your children en-masse really are.
(For who
except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse
really are?).
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