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110 O insatiate! O Secret of the white and unknown world, cruel indeed thou art!

Thou hast sent back to us our best belovèd; their bodies thou hast rendered up, but their spirits thou hast taken away from us forever.

In life thou didst hold them from us—and in death, in death they are thine.

New York, February 20, 1884.

ILL TIDINGS

(THE STUDIO CONCERT)

A NEW WORLD

"" he said,

The thunder and the lightning have past by

And all the earth is black, and burned, and dead;