Sanders’ last shot

Sculpture and monuments and any thing inscribed anywhere are tallied in you
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America
Day, for all its names
Receive them the same
Some prowling through woods, some living peaceably on farms
Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air, valleys and mountain cliffs

All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw
Stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate
To be lost if it must be so!
Steam-saws, the great mills and factories
Hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in
Of grapes from the vines
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues

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