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16 November: Ready.

Here is Walter Savage Landor writing ‘On his Eightieth Birthday’. His loss leads to a narrowing of horizons in earthly life, but he is ready for the call to eternity.

To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

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