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Behold now, let the Dead and Living meet! Across the gulf of Time they still are one. Time hath no power against Identity, though Sleep the merciful hath blotted out the tablets of our mind, and with oblivion sealed the sorrows that else would hound us from life to life, stuffing the brain with gathered griefs till it burst in the Madness of uttermost despair. Still are they one, for the wrappings of our Sleep shall roll away as thunder clouds before the wind; the frozen voices of the past shall melt in Music like mountain snow beneath the sun; and the weeping and the laughter of the lost hours shall be heard once more sweetly echoing up the cliffs of immeasurable Time. -H. R. Haggard |
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