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  • The holiest of all holidays are those
    Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
    The secret anniversaries of the heart,
    When the full river of feeling overflows;-
    The happy days unclouded to their close;
    The sudden joys that our of darkness start
    As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
    Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.857, Jazzybee Verlag