MY LAST WORD
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There is an end of time and an end of the evil thereof: when delight is gone out of thee and desire is dead, thy mourning shall not be for long.
Grief, thou fearest, shall remain with thee now that an end of thy pleasure is come: but grief likewise shall not abide with thee.
At the beginning a little sorrow was ordained thee, and a little joy as well: but there is nothing of thine that endureth.
Yet the adventure of life was glorious and the magic of moments of love and pity and understanding beyond description or thanks.
In a sun-haze of exquisite memories I, too, like a God, look upon the world and say it was all “good.”
Frank Harris.
Nice, 1923.