{"character_count": 1169, "word_count": 211, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9528999924659729], "ccnet_perplexity": [1932.699951171875], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
BeautfM Entract.-lt cannot be that earth is mans only abiding place. It cannot be that life is a, bubble cast up by the ocean of eternity to float moment upon its waves, and sink into nothngness, Else why is it, the high and glorious aspirations, which leap like angels from the temple of our hearts. are forever wandering about unsatisfed? Why is it. that the rainbow and the cloud come over us with a beauty that is not of earth, and then pass off and leave us to muse upon their faded lovelinessl Why is it that the stars which "hod their festival arounds the midnight throne" set above the grasp of our limited faculties: forever mockng us with their un- approachable gloryl And finally, why is it that bright forms of human beauty are presented to our view and then taken from us; leaving the thousand streams of our affections to flow back in an Alpine torrent upon our hearts? We are born for higher destiny than that of earth. There'is realm where the rainbow never fades-when the stars will be spread out before us like the islands that sumber the ocean, and where the beautiful beings which here pass before us like shadows will stay in our. presence forever.