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Chapter 41

           Deliciousodoursfilledtheair;—agentlebreezeblew,...wasthisthelostParadise?—thissemi-tropiczoneconcealedbehindacontinentoficeandsnow?Suddenly,fromthetopsofthedarkbranchingtrees,camefloatingthesoundofabird’ssinging—andsosweetwasthesong,soheart-wholewasthemelody,thatmyachingeyesfilledwithtears.Beautifulmemoriesrusheduponme—thevalueandgraciousnessoflife—lifeonthekindlysunlitearth—seemedverydeartomysoul!Life’sopportunities—itsjoys,itswonders,itsblessings,allshowereddownuponathanklessracebyalovingCreator—theseappearedtomeallatonceasmarvellous!Ohforanotherchanceofsuchlife!—toredeemthepast—togatherupthewastedgemsoflostmoments—toliveasamanshouldlive,inaccordancewiththewillofGod,andinbrotherhoodwithhisfellow-men!...Theunknownbirdsangoninacadencelikethatofamavisinspring,onlymoretunefully—surelynootherwoodlandsongstereversanghalfsowell!Andasitsdulcetnotesdroppedroundlyonebyoneuponthemysticsilence,IsawapaleCreaturemoveoutfromamidtheshadowingofblackandscarletwings—awhitewoman-shape,clothedinherownlonghair.Sheglidedtothevessel’sedge,andtheresheleaned,withanguishedfaceupturned—itwasthefaceofSibyl!AndevenwhileIlookeduponher,shecastherselfwildlydownuponthedeckandwept!Mysoulwasstirredwithinme,...

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