"To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last among the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and soft cymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give in to this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers."
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