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beings, dwells on the recollection untl
they seem almost present, awakes fromI h's
dream of bliss. and finds himself alone
alone amid thousands of his race not one
being in all the countless throng, who
holds one feeling for his joy or his sorrow.
OH 'tis cheeress to thus stand and gaze
upon the passing mass, when we have no
interest with them, with the world. To
be alone far from the abode of man, amid
the glorious scenes OF uncultivated nature,
free from the stains of improvement as
when it fell from the hand of its great
Creator, with heart full of hopes, with
bright anticipations, soaring in the bright re-
gions of fancy, plucking the flowers when
are to bloom; this is not to bealone, on no'
not to those who can appreciate the mag
nificent works of a bountiful Maker, or to
those whose souls can roam beyond the
limits of their vision. Spirits like these
are alone only when the heart stored I'M
ages of years are snatched away forever.
And then though mixing with the busy
crowd though surrounded by the great and
gay, though plunged through circumstances
into all the pleasures oflfe, they are still alone
and like the wrecked mariner cast upon a
desert shore, wanders over barren sands
in hopes Of meeting kindred being, and
wanders on in vain to his undug grave; so
they wander through the shifting scenes Of
life in search Of that which the grave can
only give departed friends. '


Washington April 10Th, 1916.