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On an Invitation to the United States


My ardours for emprize nigh lost 
Since Life has bared its bones to me, 
I shrink to seek a modern coast 
Whose riper times have yet to be; 
Where the new regions claim them free 
From that long drip of human tears 
Which peoples old in tragedy 
Have left upon the centuried years.
II For, wonning in these ancient lands, Enchased and lettered as a tomb, And scored with prints of perished hands, And chronicled with dates of doom, Though my own Being bear no bloom I trace the lives such scenes enshrine, Give past exemplars present room, And their experience count as mine.

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