Arizona celebrated the centennial of its statehood on February 14th. The only person I know that old passed away yesterday. He was my baby doctor, present at my birth. Now at rest. He was a kind, gentle man--the epitome of a good man. The pastor of his church sent out an e-mail quoting the end of William Cullen Bryant's poem "Thanatopsis" that I have written about here before. They say it very well:
So live that when thy 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.
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