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1819–1892

The Dead Emperor

Walt Whitman

To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia, Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow — less for the Emperor, Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o'er many a salt sea mile, Mourning a good old man — a faithful shepherd, patriot.

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