"The wild gander leads his flock through
the cool night,
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an
invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I
find its purpose and place up there toward the November
sky."
- Walt Whitman,
Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line
238
happy day!
happy day!
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