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(NEBRASKA)
She held me for a night against her bosom, / The aunt who died when I was yet a baby, / The girl who scarcely lived to be a woman. / Stricken, she left familiar earth behind her, / Mortally ill, she braved the boisterous ocean, / Dying, she crossed irrevocable rivers, / Hailed the blue Lakes, and saw them fade forever, / Hungry for distances; -- her heart exulting / That God had made so many seas and countries / To break upon the eye and sweep behind her. / From one whose love was tempered by discretion, / From all the net of caution and convenience / She snatched her high heart for the great adventure, / Broke her bright bubble under far horizons, -- / Among the skirmishers that teased the future, / Precursors of the grave slow-moving millions / Already destined to the Westward-faring.