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IN OUR FOREST OF THE PAST.
And he replied: Yea; yet perchance, putting himself child-like to school, he may gradually learn from Nature herself to enlighten the one and control the other.—Then the dolorous moanings again filled my ears, even in the moon-lit valley of peace; and I awoke in the moonlight and, heard the moaning of the gale swelling to a storm.
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