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OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,Be not dishearten'd—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible— they shall yet make Columbia victorious.2Sons of the Mother of All! you shall yet be victo- rious!You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the re- mainder of the earth.3No danger shall balk Columbia's lovers;If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one.4One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian's com- rade; From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another an Ore- gonese, shall be friends triune,More precious to each other than all the riches of the earth.
[ begin page 50a ]ppp.00473.388.jpg5To Michigan, Florida perfumes shall tenderly come;Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death.6It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see manly affection; The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly; The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.7These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron; I, extatic, O partners! O lands! with the love of lovers tie you.8Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?—Nay—nor the world, nor any living thing, will so cohere.