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 "title": "To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "container": "Drum-Taps",
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  "year": 1867,
  "venue": "Leaves of Grass (New York, 1867)",
  "note": "Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the Whitman Archive transcription of the 1867 Chapin edition (ppp.00473). The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "To the leaven’d soil they trod calling I sing for the last,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tent-ropes,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and vistas again to peace restored,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas beyond, to the South and the North,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the leaven’d soil of the general Western world to attest my songs,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the Alleghanian hills and the tireless Mississippi,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the plains of the poems of heroes, to the prairies spreading wide,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To the far-off sea and the unseen winds, and the sane impalpable air;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The prairie draws me close, as the father to bosom broad the son,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.",
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