Prairie States, The. by Walt Whitman
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 contributedâ€”freedomâ€™s and lawâ€™s and thriftâ€™s society,
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of timeâ€™s accumulations,
To justify the past.