A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,
With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,
By all the world contributedfreedoms and laws and thrifts society,
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of times accumulations,
To justify the past.
Prairie States, The.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman