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...to be green or skies to be blue, — 'T is the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no...and woe Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, PART FIRST. " MY golden spurs now bring to me, And bring to me my richest mail, For to-morrow I go...

...grass to be green or skies to be blue, — 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no...soul partakes the season's youth, And the sulphurous lifts of passion and woe Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with...

...be green or skies to be blue, — Tis the natural way of living : Who knows whither the clonds n«ve fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, And the heart forgets its sorrow and ache ; And the soul partakes the season's youth." The drawbridge...

...description of the glories of the summer : — Who knows whither the clouds have fted? In the uuacarred heaven they leave no wake ; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, And the heart forgets its sorrow and ache ; And the soul partakes the season's youth." The drawbridge...

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...grass to be green or skies to be blue,— 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no...and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow. CHALICE ; cup. A-TILT ; leaning forward, just ready to start. CouIUERS ; messengers. WAKE ; a track...

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...according to one fancy the changes were much alike, and " the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe Lay deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow." ' I am so glad it snows !' exclaimed Hulda dancing into the breakfast room. ' You know you said you...