James Oppenheim,
The Years
(1912)
“ Then we sat around that sparkling table, and there flowed with the wine the deepest spirit of earth, those waters from hidden springs that reach back a million years: the give-and-take and touch and radiance of the ancient relationships: parents and children, brothers and sisters, husband and wife. I knew then that what I had seen in the hospital—the tragedy of life and its overcoming by sheer grit—were but items in, the splendid years. Even the heart-break of Felix and Laura over their first-born's death was but a broken corner in the wheat-fields. ”
