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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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MY 71ST YEAR.
AFTER surmounting three-score and ten, |
With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows, |
My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing
passions of me, the war of '63 and '4,
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As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march,
or haply after battle,
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To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,
with vital voice,
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Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all. |
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