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Indeed, to htful than to walk

upon a country road, beneath a midsummer moon, when there is no

sound to break the stillness, save, perhaps, themelody of some hidden brook At such

tis Material, the

hard, hard world of Common-sense--seems to vanish quite, and ithin the fair haven of our dreaination

meets, and kisses us upon the brow And, at his touch, the

Ihtway becomes the Possible; the Abstract becomes

the Concrete; our fondest hopes are realized; our most cherished

visions take forods come down to ith us awhile

Fro once more

the sound of a footstep upon the road behind me So distinct and

unh the

road see into

every patch of shadow, and even thrust into the denser parts of

the hedges with my staff; but still I found no one And yet I

knew that I was being followed persistently, step by step, but by