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Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he.
I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language–religion–government–bloodââ ...
O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies dreaming sod,
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
No more shall the war cry sever,
Or the winding rivers be red:
I wish I could promise to lie in the night
And think of an orchard's arboreal plight
At anchor she rides the sunny sod,
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing
Hail, hail, plump paunch, O the founder of taste
For fresh meats, or powdered, or pickle, or paste;
Half life is over now,
And I meet full face on dark mornings
Och, Dublin City, there is no doubtin',
Bates every city upon the say;
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