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Life altogether is but a crumbling ruin when we turn to look behind:
a shattered column here, where a massive portal stood; the brokenshaft of a window to mark my lady's bower; and a moldering heap ofblackened stones where the glowing flames once leaped, and over allthe tinted lichen and the ivy clinging green.
For everything looms pleasant through the softening haze of time.
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It seems as though the brightest side of everything were also itshighest and best, so that as our little lives sink back behind us intothe dark sea of forgetfulness, all that which is the lightest and themost gladsome is the last to sink, and stands above the waters, longin sight, when the angry thoughts and smarting pain are buried deepbelow the waves and trouble us no more.
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