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Even this thing they blessed. And one that wore a purple cloak with broad green border, said, "Brother, be hopeful yet, for thou shalt surely come at last to the delectable Sea, and meet the heaving, huge, and travelled ships, and rejoice by isles that know the golden sun." EVEN THIS THING THEY BLESSED AND ONE THAT WORE A PURPLE CLOAK WITH BROAD GREEN BORDER SAID BROTHER BE HOPEFUL YET FOR THOU SHALT SURELY COME AT LAST TO THE DELECTABLE SEA AND MEET THE HEAVING HUGE AND TRAVELLED SHIPS AND REJOICE BY ISLES THAT KNOW THE GOLDEN SUN
held different dreams. And another turned to a tree that stood by the Green Park railings, saying, "Take comfort, tree, for the fields shall come again." And all the while the ugly smoke went upwards, the smoke that has stifled Romance and blackened the birds. This, I thought, they can neither praise nor bless. And when they saw it they raised their hands towards it, towards the thousand chimneys, saying, "Behold the smoke. The old coal-forests that have lain so long in the dark, and so long still, are dancing now and going back to the sun. Forget not Earth, O our brother, and we wish thee joy of the sun." It had rained, and a cheerless stream dropped down a dirty gutter. It had come from heaps of refuse, foul and forgotten; it had gathered upon its way things that were derelict, and went to somber drains unknown to man or the sun. It was this sullen stream as much as all other causes that had made me say in my heart that the town was vile, that Beauty was dead in it, and Romance fled. ENT FROM ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE THEY HELD DIFFERENT DREAMS AND ANOTHER TURNED TO A TREE THAT STOOD BY THE GREEN PARK RAILINGS SAYING TAKE COMFORT TREE FOR THE FIELDS SHALL COME AGAIN AND ALL THE WHILE THE UGLY SMOKE WENT UPWARDS THE SMOKE THAT HAS STIFLED ROMANCE AND BLACKENED THE BIRDS THIS I THOUGHT THEY CAN NEITHER PRAISE NOR BLESS AND WHEN THEY SAW IT THEY RAISED THEIR HANDS TOWARDS IT TOWARDS THE THOUSAND CHIMNEYS SAYING BEHOLD THE SMOKE THE OLD COAL FORESTS THAT HAVE LAIN SO LONG IN THE DARK AND SO LONG STILL ARE DANCING NOW AND GOING BACK TO THE SUN FORGET NOT EARTH O OUR BROTHER AND WE WISH THEE JOY OF THE SUN IT HAD RAINED AND A CHEERLESS STREAM DROPPED DOWN A DIRTY GUTTER IT HAD COME FROM HEAPS OF REFUSE FOUL AND FORGOTTEN IT HAD GATHERED UPON ITS WAY THINGS THAT WERE DERELICT AND WENT TO SOMBRE DRAINS UNKNOWN TO MAN OR THE SUN IT WAS THIS SULLEN STREAM AS MUCH AS ALL OTHER CAUSES THAT HAD MADE ME SAY IN MY HEART THAT THE TOWN WAS VILE THAT BEAUTY WAS DEAD IN IT AND ROMANCE FLED
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