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But Anne With Her Elbows On The Window Sill, Her Soft Cheek Laid Against Her Clasped Hands, And Her Eyes Filled With Visions, Looked Out Unheedingly Across City Roof And Spire To That Glorious Dome Of Sunset Sky And Wove Her Dreams Of A Possible Future From The Golden Tissue Of Youth's Own Optimism. All The Beyond Was Hers, With Its Possibilities Lurking Rosily In The Oncoming Years — Each Year A Rose Of Promise To Be Woven Into An Immortal Chaplet.

The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice That Drowns Our Souls In Its Majestic Music. The Woods Are Human, But The Sea Is Of The Company Of The Archangels.

You May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

She Was Richer In Those Dreams Than In Realities; For Things Seen Pass Away, But The Things That Are Unseen Are Eternal.

When I Read That The Flash Came, And I Took A Sheet Of Paper. . .and I Wrote On It: I, Emily Byrd Starr, Do Solemnly Vow This Day That I Will Climb The Alpine Path And Write My Name On The Scroll Of Fame.