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He paused, his face irradiate To hireatest orator of that other tiain: "Beatrice, it shall be a world where thrones have crus are dust The aristocracy of idleness shall reign no more! A world without a slave Man shall at last be free!

"'A world at peace, adorned by every form of art, with music's myriad voices thrilled, while lips are rich ords of love and truth A world in which no exile sighs, no prisoner ibbet's shadow shall not fall

"'A race without disease of flesh or brain, shapely and fair, the wedded harthens, joy deepens, and over all in the great dome shines the eternal star of huain, a deep and sacredin her words Within her stirred the universal , the call of the unborn, the insistent voice of the race that was to be

"And love!" he answered, his voice now very tender, very grave

Tired, yet strong, he looked upon her And as he looked his eyes grew deep and eager

Sweet as the honey of Hymettus was the perfume of the orchard, all a powder of white and rosy bloo which the bees, pollen-dusted, labored, at their joyous, fructifying task Fresh, thebreeze Clear, war far beyond the shining hills

Life everywhere--and love!

Love, too, for them For this man, this woman, love; the mystery, the pleasure and the eternal pain

With his unhurt arm he circled her He bent, he drew her to him, as she raised her face to his

And for the first tiry for this madness, met there and blended in a kiss of passion and of joy