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And now I go, I hear the thunder of this age give call and I must with it fade. Sophocles gives us "The sleep that masters all" and it will take me and give ride, me the adulteress, myself the sinner, the unrepentant whore of you, my lone and only heartfelt love. In this time to come, as I return to slumber, I hope against what teaching I have had, that there is a kind and just place where the ills of humanity can go from us and we can gift ourselves with great and true discourse and, if you will at last allow, companionship in truth and regard, fellowship appreciative, respect and affection of each other's spirit. I fear this may not be, unless in Heaven, it is Just as I see Justness to be.
In this world there are such a many strange and glittering marvels, but I am tired and will not seek them out.
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The Life of Saint Balthild doesn't even come close to that