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CHAPTER I. ABOVE THE CLOUDS.

[‘And can this be my own world?]

‘And can this be my own world?
'Tis all gold and snow,
Save where scarlet waves are hurled
Down yon gulf below.’
‘'Tis thy world, 'tis my world,
City, mead, and shore,
For he that hath his own world
Hath many worlds more.’