Death

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By Ron McVan

The splendors of the firmament of time may be eclipsed but are extinguished not; like stars to their appointed height they climb, and death is a low mist which cannot blot the brightness it may veil when lofty thought lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, and love and life contend in it for what shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there and move like winds of light on dark and stormy air” ~ P.B.

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