The Massacre of the Males 



ity of the group in whose thousands of 

 hearts one destiny, one thought, is scat- 

 tered and united. It stands in lieu of the 

 sun and the flowers, till its elder brother, 

 the veritable sun of the real, great spring, 

 peering through the half-open door, glides 

 in his first softened glances, wherein 

 anemones and violets are coming to life 

 again ; and gently awakens the workers, 

 showing them that the sky once more is 

 blue in the world, and that the uninter- 

 rupted circle that joins death to life has 

 turned and begun afresh. 



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