In memory of John Whittaker III, who inspired me in matters of language and love, introduced me to Edgar Allen Poe, William Cullen Bryant, and was the most devoted lover of blue-eyed Dolly, kicking her heels and laughing at the sight of him again, in the great unknown.
So live, that when they summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
~W.C.B.
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