Poem: “Faces” by Walt Whitman

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Faces

The old face of the mother of many children,Whist! I am fully content.

Lull’d and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,It hangs thin by the sassafras and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.

I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,I heard what the singers were singing so long,Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.

Behold a woman!She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.

She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,The sun just shines on her old white head.

Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,Her grandsons raised the flax, and her granddaughters spun it with the distaff and the wheel.

The melodious character of the earth,The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go and does not wish to go,The justified mother of men.

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