FOR YOU, O DEMOCRACY
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America,
and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies,
I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other’s necks,
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
For you, for you I am trilling these songs.
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman (read it free at Dailylit.com). I’m not sure how accurate this poem is anymore…
“Trilling” by the way is “flowing in a small stream or in drops/to trickle”