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| Not from successful love alone, | |
| Nor wealth, nor honored middle age, nor vic- | |
| tories of politics or war. | |
| But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions | |
| calm, | |
| As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the even- | |
| ing sky, | |
| As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the spirit and | |
| frame like freshier, balmier air; | |
| As the days take on a mellower light, and the | |
| apple at last hangs really finished and in- | |
| dolent ripe on the tree, | |
| Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of | |
| all! | |
| The brooding and blissful halcyon days! | |
| —Walt Whitman. |
I hope you have a good one! Thanks to the magic of time zones, you get a two day birthday!
LM San
