Whitman, sunset and a song.

“Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!

Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past! 

Inflating my throat—you, divine average! 

You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing. 

Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, 

Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, 

Natural life of me, faithfully praising things; 

Corroborating forever the triumph of things…”

Beautiful lines from Whitman’s Song at Sunset (1860). Hope you are all having a blessed Sunday.

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