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THE "FRAGMENT."
nothingness! Watch closely, then, over the destinies of your planet!"
And vanishing in the glory of the light of dawn—leaving in the air a last trace of silver—through circles ever larger and more luminous,—like a whirlpool of agitated waters—like the breath of dying winds—like a passing dream,—the figure of Dante mounted in space,—far into the light of the sun,—then it sped on into the invisible Infinite!
