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Death, passing away, even ruin, are all the human lot; but one contemplates ruin as brought by kindly ages, coming slowly at last, with lichen and ivy and moss, its harsher aspects all hidden with green, coming with dignity and in due season. DEATH PASSING AWAY EVEN RUIN ARE ALL THE HUMAN LOT BUT ONE CONTEMPLATES RUIN AS BROUGHT BY KINDLY AGES COMING SLOWLY AT LAST WITH LICHEN AND IVY AND MOSS ITS HARSHER ASPECTS ALL HIDDEN WITH GREEN COMING WITH DIGNITY AND IN DUE SEASON
tended and kept; all the rest was battle-field, as far as the eye could see. Over a large whitish heap lay a Virginia creeper, turning a dull crimson. And the presence of this creeper mourning there in the waste showed unmistakably that the heap had been a house. All the living things were gone that had called this white heap Home: the father would be fighting, somewhere; the children would have fled, if there had been time; the dog would have gone with them, or perhaps, if there was not time, he served other masters; the cat would have made a lair for herself and stalked mice at night through the trenches. All the live things that we ever consider were gone; the creeper alone remained, the only mourner, clinging to fallen stones that had supported it once. And I knew by its presence here there had been a house. And by the texture or composition of the ruin all round I saw that a village had stood there. There are calamities one does not contemplate, when one thinks of time and change.  ALONE WAS MADE AND TENDED AND KEPT ALL THE REST WAS BATTLEFIELD AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE OVER A LARGE WHITISH HEAP LAY A VIRGINIA CREEPER TURNING A DULL CRIMSON AND THE PRESENCE OF THIS CREEPER MOURNING THERE IN THE WASTE SHOWED UNMISTAKABLY THAT THE HEAP HAD BEEN A HOUSE AND THE LIVING THINGS WERE GONE THAT HAD CALLED THIS WHITE HEAP HOME THE FATHER WOULD BE FIGHTING SOMEWHERE THE CHILDREN WOULD HAVE FLED IF THERE HAD BEEN TIME THE DOG WOULD HAVE GONE WITH THEM OR PERHAPS IF THERE WAS NOT TIME HE SERVED OTHER MASTERS THE CAT WOULD HAVE MADE A LAIR FOR HERSELF AND STALKED MICE AT NIGHT THROUGH THE TRENCHES ALL THE LIVE THINGS THAT WE EVER CONSIDER WERE GONE THE CREEPER ALONE REMAINED THE ONLY MOURNER CLINGING TO FALLEN STONES THAT HAD SUPPORTED IT ONCE AND I KNEW BY ITS PRESENCE HERE THAT THERE HAD BEEN A HOUSE AND BY THE TEXTURE OR COMPOSITION OF THE RUIN ALL ROUND I SAW THAT A VILLAGE HAD STOOD THERE THERE ARE CALAMITIES ONE DOES NOT CONTEMPLATE WHEN ONE THINKS OF TIME AND CHANGE
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