Walt Whitman - MY 71st Year lyrics

After surmounting three-score and ten, With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows, My parents' d**hs, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing pa**ions of me, the war of '63 and '4, As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or haply after battle, To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here, with vital voice, Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.