And Niagara! that wonder of the world!--where the sublime and beautiful are bound together in an indissoluble chain. In gazing on it we feel as though a great void had been filled in our minds--our conceptions expand--we become a part of what we behold! At our feet the floods of a thousand rivers are poured out--the contents of vast inland seas. In its volume we conceive immensity; in its course, everlasting duration; in its impetuosity, uncontrollable power. These are the elements of its sublimity. Its beauty is garlanded around in the varied hues of the water, in the spray that ascends the sky, and in that unrivalled bow which forms a complete cincture round the unresting floods.

It is a subject that to every American ought to be of surpassing interest; for, whether he beholds the Hudson mingling waters with the Atlantic--explores the central wilds of this vast continent, or stands on the margin of the distant Oregon, he is still in the midst of American scenery--it is his own land; its beauty, its magnificence, its sublimity--all are his; and how undeserving of such a birthright, if he can turn towards it an unobserving eye, an unaffected heart!

During the war, Whitman must often have wished to flee “the noise of the world,” as he proposes to do in the first part of “Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun.” Nature’s “primal sanities” were a balm for his soul, and the images he conjures of rural contentment—the warbling of birds, the fragrance of flowers in the garden, the sight of the stars—fortify him in the city, to which he still adheres. Exhausted by his ministry to the wounded, he beseeches the sun to give him strength, which in the second half of the poem allows him to once again appreciate “comrades and lovers,” soldiers on parade, black ships in the wharves, the endless procession of people streaming past, full of passion: “O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion and varied!”

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The "CROCKETTs" counted 3,715 head of game, or 119 head for each of the thirty-one members of that club in the field. The "Dan BOONEs" counted 2,985, or 124 3-10 head for each of the twenty-four members who went into the field, with their blue colors, under Captain DUFFY