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Comment 19 of 84, added on July 5th, 2011 at 2:18 PM.
This poem captures the essence of spiritually rich and blessed families. In
a sick society it is good to take a snapshot of those that benefit from
those that cling to good values. The instance of happiness under a tree, a
keg of beer, an accordian, alongside a river transcends the materialistic
economy. Material wealth does not ensure enduring happiness. Unless you
have not experienced this you will not relate to meaning of Happiness by
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Comment 18 of 84, added on January 17th, 2011 at 9:41 PM.
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Comment 17 of 84, added on December 21st, 2010 at 10:32 AM.
Sandburg is simply saying: Happeness is relative. The Hungarians were just
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Comment 16 of 84, added on September 15th, 2010 at 11:01 AM.
I think what Sandburg is really trying to say is that one cannot truly be
happy unless one takes accordion lessons.
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Comment 15 of 84, added on July 6th, 2009 at 12:12 AM.
I believe that this poem should be read through a lens of an American
experiencing a brand new ethnicity like Hungarians into the stew known as
America. I know the pride I see in my Grandparents faces that have
immigrated to this nation when they BBQ with their families and revel in
the accomplishments of everyone. Hungarians being new immigrants to this
country when this poem was written were still achieving their goals and
happy for every minute of that struggle, through their acculturation and
assimilation into American society. Look at any new immigrant to America
and tell me there isn't a thankfulness and happiness about them.
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