The turkey's found its silence. So have we,
The youngsters and the elders of this hall
Who welcomed back both staid and prodigal
With equal eyes. Each knows his own degree
Of happiness on any other day
But this when neural tides must flood or fall
To reach the level common to us all
And flagrant colors fade to neutral gray.
This room's a simple basin of the sea
We yearly swim. Here lies the quiet bay
Where no one claims the single right of way,
Where each is bound to set the other free.
The beaches of this cordial shore forestall
The breakers dimly heard beyond our wall.