Mannahatta (Sands At Seventy)

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY - by Walt Whitman.

  My city’s fit and noble name resumed,
  Choice aboriginal name, with marvellous beauty, meaning,
  A rocky founded island—shores where ever gayly dash the coming,
      going, hurrying sea waves.


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