In Winter Quarters 



and tiny sun fish there is not now 

 water enough to float a good-sized chip ! 

 Thus perish cherished illusions one 

 by one, as our education progresses. 

 I bury a new one every few years. I 

 can name one thing, however, that is 

 constant and changeth never. The 

 note that dominates tonight the wild 

 music of the wintry wind lashing the 

 ice-bound branches of the trees is the 

 same as when the world was born. It 

 mourns for the beauty that fled with 

 the early frosts, but the snowflakes 

 that follow in its wake bring the never- 

 failing promise that all shall come 

 again. 



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