object:1.whitman - Wandering At Morn
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
WANDERING at morn,
Emerging from the night, from gloomy thoughtsthee in my thoughts,
Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, Singing Bird divine!
Thee, seated coil'd in evil times, my Country, with craft and black
dismaywith every meanness, treason thrust upon thee;
Wanderingthis common marvel I beheldthe parent thrush I
watch'd, feeding its young,
(The singing thrush, whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic,
Fail not to certify and cheer my soul.)
There ponder'd, felt I,
If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be
turn'd,
If vermin so transposed, so used, so bless'd may be,
Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;
Who knows that these may be the lessons fit for you?
From these your future Song may rise, with joyous trills,
Destin'd to fill the world.
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