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THE STORY WITHOUT AN END
heaven–those in the heights above, or the depths beneath? Long did the Child waver, and his thoughts floated in a delicious dreaminess from one to the other, till the dragon-fly flew to him in affectionate haste, and with rustling wings greeted her kind host. The Child returned her greeting, and was glad to meet an acquaintance with whom he could share the rich feast of his joy. But first he asked the dragon-fly if she could decide for him between the Upper and the Nether–the height and the depth? The dragon-fly flew above, and beneath, and around; but the water spake: “The foliage and the sky above are not the true ones:
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