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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 359 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

An Ended Day

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The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion,
The pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are done;
Now triumph! transformation! jubilate!

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