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VIII.

O Dear Brown Lands

O dear brown lands, out of you I blossomed.I feed on your rooted and wandering fruits;And when my puzzled restlessness is done,You clasp me again,Scattering me over your brown bosom. . . .My mother, my sustainer, my children,And my dusty immortality.

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