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And loyal acclaim,-His ancestry, name, The work he was doing, The place whence he came, And the journey pursuing. This giant
of eld. See his path, said John Muir,- Here it held North-west to south-east Slow and sure Like a king at a feast Eating
down through the list: Inch by inch, crunch by crunch; Long Mountain was his lunch, Of this valley - one gobble,-Then he dined
upon Cobble This big boulder, he bore it; Through eons uncounted That range there he mounted, He tore it. Rock-grinding;
strata bending; Always pausing;never ending; 0 what a grand rumpus Now, down on your knees, Said Muir, and you please, 05086