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Слушать(AI)Nancy Hanks
Prairie child,
Brief as dew,
What winds of wonder Nourished you?
Rolling plains Of billowy green,
Far horizons,
Blue, serene;
Lofty
The slow clouds climb,
Where burning
Beat out the time:
These, and the
Of fathers bold,
Baffled longings,
Hopes untold,
Gave to youA heart of fire,
Love like deep waters,
Brave desire.
Ah, when youth's
Went out in pain,
And all seemed over,
Was all in vain?
O soul obscure,
Whose wings life bound,
And soft death
Under the ground;
Wilding lady,
Still and true,
Who gave us Lincoln And never knew:
To you at
Our praise, our tears,
Love and a
Through The nation’s years!
Mother of Lincoln,
Our tears, our praise;
A
And the victor's bays!
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
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