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THE BRIDE OF THE SUN
Sun, behold thy Empire! After so many centuries, the faithful, the men who labor in valley and mountain, are still here, and still do thee obeisance. The golden-armed virgins have poured libations from the sacred vases, and the hymns of the priests, after having risen to the heavens, now seem to plunge into the earth.
What is this miracle? The dream has vanished; vanished as do the light mists of morning before the first rays of the sun.
