Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 5. 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,
As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or
      haply after battle,
To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,
      with vital voice,
Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.

1. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
3. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting

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