Henri to Henry. My 86-year-old father-in-law can recite the first stanza of this poem from memory, a stanza he learned to recite in 5th or 6th grade, around 1938. So today, a memory in celebration of memory and in celebration, a Happy Birthday, to his forever-lovely bride.
from A Psalm of Life / by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Last football game of the season.
from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry / by Walt Whitman
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
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