Senescence, the Last Half of Life

by G. Stanley Hall

But no emotion—none.

It is—last stage of all—

When we are frozen up within, and quite

The phantom of ourselves,

To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost,

Which blamed the living man.

From Walt Whitman I quote the following four extracts:[112]

Thanks in Old Age

Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go,

For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life,