THE CHANT OF THE COLORADO
(At the Grand Canyon)
My brother, man, shapes him a planAnd builds him a house in a day,But I have toiled through a million years.For a home to last alway.I have flooded the sands and washed them down,I have cut through gneiss and granite.No toiler of earth has wrought as I,Since God's first breath began it.High mountain-buttes I have chiselled, to shadeMy wanderings to the sea.With the wind's aid, and the cloud's aid,Unweary and mighty and unafraid,I have bodied eternity.
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