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chapter-103		chapter-103			.txt	text/plain	1079	63	78	Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense. My time has ended, my term has come. Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes, there in the redwood That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine, Our time, our term has come. But come from Natures long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence, love and aught that comes from life and love, the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, Such words combined from the redwood-tree, as of voices ecstatic, Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air, valleys and mountain cliffs, In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial, In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air. Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,	./cache/chapter-103.txt	./txt/chapter-103.txt