In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The green came silently with thunder of ants and soft suns at dusk. I could feel the old man's bones softening imperceptibly day by day. The distant brittleness that had somehow crystalized with each succeeding snow vanished from his eyes and rounded itself into a haziness that settled at the tobaccoed corners of his mouth and showed itself only here and there in a cragged upturned word. He was eighty-seven years old. He had seen his springs, he had beaten his winters."
Goodwin, Michael C.S.B.
The Angle: Vol. 1965:
2, Article 12.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1965/iss2/12