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The world was full of sunshine, the blithe song of birds, and the

sweet, pure breath of waking flowers as I rose nextto the streaed my

hands and arms and head into the liladness in keeping with the

world aboutfroelse

being available, returned to the cottage

Abovewith

a rhyth

on my hat and coat, I started out to ood and sufficient reason that

there was none to be had, but full of the glad pure beauty of the

ht h sorrow endure for a night, yet joy coing down the ages to bear

hope and consolation to many a wearied, troubled soul); for now,

as I cliht,

and turned to look back at the pit which had seemed a place of

horror--behold! it was becoled with