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When [Anne] came to the end of one life it must not be to face the next with the shrinking terror of something wholly different-something for which accustomed thought and ideal and aspiration had unfitted her. The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.

In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of “faery lands forlorn,” where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of heart’s desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.