A CAROL closing sixty-nine - a résumé
- a repetition，
My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same，
Of ye， O God， Life， Nature， Freedom， Poetry；
Of you， my Land - your rivers， prairies，
States - you， mottled
Flag I love，
Your aggregate retain'd entire - Of north，
south， east and west， your items all；
Of me myself - the jocund heart yet beating
in my breast，
The body wreck'd， old， poor and paralyzed -
the strange inertia falling pall-like round me，
The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct，
The undiminish'd faith - the groups of loving friends.