Thick-Sprinkled Bunting (LoG)
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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!
| from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT by Walt Whitman | |
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