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  • The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.371, Library of America