Almost appropriate, in any event an occasion for quoting the father of my favorite Supreme Court Justice, Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. - this from "The Iron Gate" a poem he read on the occasion of his 70th birthday breakfast, given in his honor by the Atlantic Monthly, December 3rd 1879:
So when the iron portal shuts behind us,
And life forgets us in its noise and whirl,
Visions that shunned the glaring noonday find us,
And glimmering starlight shows the gates of pearl.
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