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lie sadly in the cold ground, tin- 

 der a flowering elder-tree, in a 

 corner of the garden. 



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Man loves the dog, but how 

 much more ought he to love it 

 if he considered, in the inflexible 

 harmony of the laws of nature, 

 the sole exception, which is that 

 love of a being that succeeds in 

 piercing, in order to draw closer 

 to us, the partitions, every else 

 where impermeable, that separate 



