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    "text": "As consequent from store of summer rains,",
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    "text": "Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,",
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    "text": "Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations,",
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   {
    "text": "Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,",
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    "text": "Songs of continued years I sing.",
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    "text": "Life’s ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend,",
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    "text": "With the old streams of death.)",
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    "text": "Some threading Ohio’s farm-fields or the woods,",
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   {
    "text": "Some down Colorado’s canyons from sources of perpetual snow,",
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   {
    "text": "Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas,",
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   {
    "text": "Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,",
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   {
    "text": "Some to Atlantica’s bays, and so to the great salt brine.",
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    "text": "In you whoe’er you are my book perusing,",
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    "text": "In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,",
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   {
    "text": "All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.",
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    "text": "Currents for starting a continent new,",
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   {
    "text": "Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,",
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    "text": "Fusion of ocean and land, tender and pensive waves,",
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    "text": "(Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous’d and ominous too,",
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    "text": "Out of the depths the storm’s abysmic waves, who knows whence?",
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    "text": "Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter’d sail.)",
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    "text": "Or from the sea of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,",
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    "text": "A windrow-drift of weeds and shells.",
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    "text": "O little shells, so curious-convolute, so limpid-cold and voiceless,",
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   {
    "text": "Will you not little shells to the tympans of temples held,",
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   {
    "text": "Murmurs and echoes still call up, eternity’s music faint and far,",
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   {
    "text": "Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica’s rim, strains for the soul of the prairies,",
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   {
    "text": "Whisper’d reverberations, chords for the ear of the West joyously sounding,",
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   {
    "text": "Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,",
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   {
    "text": "Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,",
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   {
    "text": "(For not my life and years alone I give⁠—all, all I give,)",
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   {
    "text": "These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,",
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   {
    "text": "Wash’d on America’s shores?",
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