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The Wind Blows Out, The Bubble Dies; The Spring Entomb'd In Autumn Lies; The Dew Dries Up; The Star Is Shot; The Flight Is Past, And Man Forgot.

To Us Who Remain Behind Is Left This Day Of Memories. Every Year--in The Full Tide Of Spring, At The Height Of The Symphony Of Flowers And Love And Life--there Comes A Pause, And Through The Silence We Hear The Lonely Pipe Of Death.

Our Test Of Truth Is A Reference To Either A Present Or Imagined Future Majority In Favour Of Our View.

Eloquence May Set Fire To Reason.

No Generalization Is Wholly True—not Even This One.