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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Virginia--The West</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days,<br> I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,<br> (Memories of old in abeyance--love and faith in abeyance,)<br> The insane knife toward the Mother of All.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The noble Son, on sinewy feet advancing,<br> I saw--out of the land of prairies--land of Ohio's waters, and of<br> Indiana,<br> To the rescue, the stalwart giant, hurry his plenteous offspring,<br> Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Then the Mother of All, with calm voice speaking,<br> As to you, Virginia, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against<br> me--and why seek my life? 10<br> When you yourself forever provide to defend me?<br> For you provided me Washington--and now these also.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>

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