Chapter 450

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

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He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[23]

[Note 23: "Solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant." --_Tacitus, Agricola_, cap. 30.]

_Darkness_.

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

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_Lara_.