Thick-Sprinkled Bunting (LoG)

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT - by Walt Whitman.

  Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!
  Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with
      bloody death,
  For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
  All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;
  Dream’d again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival’d?
  O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest
      flags of kings,
  Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol—run up above them all,
  Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!

 

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