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could swell his throat 

 in song amidst such 

 cheerlessness ? No, 

 Nature does not thus 

 defeat her purpose. 

 The hopefulness of 

 Spring, the joyful con- 

 summation of Sum- 

 mer, have fled ; their 

 mission is fulfilled, 

 and these are clays for 

 meditation on the past 

 and future. All nat- 

 ure speaks of death ; 

 and there are voices of 

 despair, and others el- 

 oquent with hope and 

 trust. There are deac 

 leaves that crumble 

 into dust beneath our 

 feet ; but, if we look 

 higher, there are oth- 

 ers that conceal 

 the promise of 

 eternal life, where 

 the undevel- -:".-•-.- 

 oped being, 

 that per- 

 fect symbo 





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