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of mourning. And on the moving canvas of the 

 heavens as the clouds rolled on there seemed a mystic 

 blending of the two ideas, a picture funereal yet of a 

 majesty imperial. Then the sun disappeared in a 

 marvellous radiance of green and gold serenity — a 

 glorious calm, which, swiftly though it was blotted 

 out by the advancing storm, left an indelible im- 

 pression of light behind the darkness ; a certain 

 promise that, however black the moment, once again 

 and always shall the light prevail. 



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