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Why
is
it
that
we
can
better
bear
to
part
in
spirit
than
in
body
,
and
while
we
have
the
fortitude
to
act
farewell
have
not
the
nerve
to
say
it
?
On
the
eve
of
long
voyages
or
an
absence
of
many
years
,
friends
who
are
tenderly
attached
will
separate
with
the
usual
look
,
the
usual
pressure
of
the
hand
,
planning
one
final
interview
for
the
morrow
,
while
each
well
knows
that
it
is
but
a
poor
feint
to
save
the
pain
of
uttering
that
one
word
,
and
that
the
meeting
will
never
be
.
Should
possibilities
be
worse
to
bear
than
certainties
?
We
do
not
shun
our
dying
friends
;
the
not
having
distinctly
taken
leave
of
one
among
them
,
whom
we
left
in
all
kindness
and
affection
,
will
often
embitter
the
whole
remainder
of
a
life
.
The
town
was
glad
with
morning
light
;
places
that
had
shown
ugly
and
distrustful
all
night
long
,
now
wore
a
smile
;
and
sparkling
sunbeams
dancing
on
chamber
windows
,
and
twinkling
through
blind
and
curtain
before
sleepers
’
eyes
,
shed
light
even
into
dreams
,
and
chased
away
the
shadows
of
the
night
.
Birds
in
hot
rooms
,
covered
up
close
and
dark
,
felt
it
was
morning
,
and
chafed
and
grew
restless
in
their
little
cells
;
bright
-
eyed
mice
crept
back
to
their
tiny
homes
and
nestled
timidly
together
;
the
sleek
house
-
cat
,
forgetful
of
her
prey
,
sat
winking
at
the
rays
of
sun
starting
through
keyhole
and
cranny
in
the
door
,
and
longed
for
her
stealthy
run
and
warm
sleek
bask
outside
.
The
nobler
beasts
confined
in
dens
,
stood
motionless
behind
their
bars
and
gazed
on
fluttering
boughs
,
and
sunshine
peeping
through
some
little
window
,
with
eyes
in
which
old
forests
gleamed
—
then
trod
impatiently
the
track
their
prisoned
feet
had
worn
—
and
stopped
and
gazed
again
.
Men
in
their
dungeons
stretched
their
cramp
cold
limbs
and
cursed
the
stone
that
no
bright
sky
could
warm
.
The
flowers
that
sleep
by
night
,
opened
their
gentle
eyes
and
turned
them
to
the
day
.
The
light
,
creation
’
s
mind
,
was
everywhere
,
and
all
things
owned
its
power
.
The
two
pilgrims
,
often
pressing
each
other
’
s
hands
,
or
exchanging
a
smile
or
cheerful
look
,
pursued
their
way
in
silence
.
Bright
and
happy
as
it
was
,
there
was
something
solemn
in
the
long
,
deserted
streets
,
from
which
,
like
bodies
without
souls
,
all
habitual
character
and
expression
had
departed
,
leaving
but
one
dead
uniform
repose
,
that
made
them
all
alike
.
All
was
so
still
at
that
early
hour
,
that
the
few
pale
people
whom
they
met
seemed
as
much
unsuited
to
the
scene
,
as
the
sickly
lamp
which
had
been
here
and
there
left
burning
,
was
powerless
and
faint
in
the
full
glory
of
the
sun
.
Before
they
had
penetrated
very
far
into
the
labyrinth
of
men
’
s
abodes
which
yet
lay
between
them
and
the
outskirts
,
this
aspect
began
to
melt
away
,
and
noise
and
bustle
to
usurp
its
place
.
Some
straggling
carts
and
coaches
rumbling
by
,
first
broke
the
charm
,
then
others
came
,
then
others
yet
more
active
,
then
a
crowd
.
The
wonder
was
,
at
first
,
to
see
a
tradesman
’
s
window
open
,
but
it
was
a
rare
thing
soon
to
see
one
closed
;
then
,
smoke
rose
slowly
from
the
chimneys
,
and
sashes
were
thrown
up
to
let
in
air
,
and
doors
were
opened
,
and
servant
girls
,
looking
lazily
in
all
directions
but
their
brooms
,
scattered
brown
clouds
of
dust
into
the
eyes
of
shrinking
passengers
,
or
listened
disconsolately
to
milkmen
who
spoke
of
country
fairs
,
and
told
of
waggons
in
the
mews
,
with
awnings
and
all
things
complete
,
and
gallant
swains
to
boot
,
which
another
hour
would
see
upon
their
journey
.
This
quarter
passed
,
they
came
upon
the
haunts
of
commerce
and
great
traffic
,
where
many
people
were
resorting
,
and
business
was
already
rife
.
The
old
man
looked
about
him
with
a
startled
and
bewildered
gaze
,
for
these
were
places
that
he
hoped
to
shun
.
He
pressed
his
finger
on
his
lip
,
and
drew
the
child
along
by
narrow
courts
and
winding
ways
,
nor
did
he
seem
at
ease
until
they
had
left
it
far
behind
,
often
casting
a
backward
look
towards
it
,
murmuring
that
ruin
and
self
-
murder
were
crouching
in
every
street
,
and
would
follow
if
they
scented
them
;
and
that
they
could
not
fly
too
fast
.
Again
this
quarter
passed
,
they
came
upon
a
straggling
neighbourhood
,
where
the
mean
houses
parcelled
off
in
rooms
,
and
windows
patched
with
rags
and
paper
,
told
of
the
populous
poverty
that
sheltered
there
.
The
shops
sold
goods
that
only
poverty
could
buy
,
and
sellers
and
buyers
were
pinched
and
griped
alike
.
Here
were
poor
streets
where
faded
gentility
essayed
with
scanty
space
and
shipwrecked
means
to
make
its
last
feeble
stand
,
but
tax
-
gatherer
and
creditor
came
there
as
elsewhere
,
and
the
poverty
that
yet
faintly
struggled
was
hardly
less
squalid
and
manifest
than
that
which
had
long
ago
submitted
and
given
up
the
game
.
This
was
a
wide
,
wide
track
—
for
the
humble
followers
of
the
camp
of
wealth
pitch
their
tents
round
about
it
for
many
a
mile
—
but
its
character
was
still
the
same
.
