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 "title": "Old Age’s Lambent Peaks",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "sequence": 350,
 "container": "Sands at Seventy",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1891,
  "venue": "Leaves of Grass (Philadelphia, 1891–92)",
  "note": "The one Sands-at-Seventy poem not in November Boughs (1888). First gathered into Leaves of Grass in 1891–92. Located by matching this text's lines against the 1891–92 scan. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "The touch of flame⁠—the illuminating fire⁠—the loftiest look at last,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O’er city, passion, sea⁠—o’er prairie, mountain, wood⁠—the earth itself;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The calmer sight⁠—the golden setting, clear and broad:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "So much i’ the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence we scan,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Bro’t out by them alone⁠—so much (perhaps the best) unreck’d before;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The lights indeed from them⁠—old age’s lambent peaks.",
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}