At the first dramatic cord of Pomp and Circumstance there I was, hand to eye, wiping away the welling up of tears. Why? Maybe for the same reason I cry at the first downbeat of the overture to West Side Story – because you just know what is coming next.
In this case, all the cheers and tears, all the efforts of the past and hopes for the future of families from everywhere in every circumstance themselves, gathered in praise and grateful thanks and blah blah blah.