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..." melancholy yet soothing, mournful but pleasant. In the words of the poet I quoted awhile ago, • 'There is given Unto the things of earth which time hath bent, A spirit's feeling ; and when he hath lent His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement.'...