Eighteen Sixty-One

Lyrics
Arm'd year—year of the struggle No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you terrible year Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano, carrying a rifle on your shoulder With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side As I heard you shouting loud, your sonorous voice ringing across the continent Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you as one of thе workmen, the dwellеrs in Manhattan Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and Indiana Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait and descending the Alleghanies Or down from the great lakes or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs clothed in blue, bearing weapons, robust year
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Credits
- Writers
- Walt Whitman