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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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e or a point of view, but thepose betrays itself sooner or later; it isstationary, static, and cramping; a realpoint of view is always dynamic, flexible,and ready for change. To have some definite point of view,however limited, from which to surveythe world, redeems life from being amere blur of impressions, lends pointand clearness to ones thinking, and soincreases the value of existence that itis hard to forgive any pose, howeverpretty and graceful, for usurping theplace of a true point of view. Transition BY FLORENCE EARLE COATESAWAKE, my soul! A-\ Thou shalt not creep and crawl— An earth-bound creature, pitiful and small,Whose weak ambition knows no higher goal!—Thou wistful soul! When morning sings, Forgetful of the night, Bathe all thy restless being in the lightTill neath the mesh that close about thee clingsThou feel thy wings. Then find lifes door,— Trusting the instinct true That points to Heaven and the aerial blueA winged thing, impelled for evermoreTo soar and soar!
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Misery and Company BY VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD THE man who strode along shoreclose to the bank of underbrushdid not know that a boy followedhim. At another time he might havebeen aware of the glitter of waves beyondin the sunset, and would perhaps havetrod carefully where the delicate pinkbells of wild sweet-pea nourished in thesalt soil; he would have noticed the cry-ing gulls circling above the beach wherea fishing-boat had dropped its smaller,surplus fish in landing. Now, however,he dived into one of the inclines behindthe bank, and threw himself down wherescrubby pines and the tops of dwarfcedars cast something of a shadow andadded to solitude. He flung his hataside and rolled over with his face uponhis arms. The little boy also stopped. He hadmechanically followed this tall, square-Vol. CIV.—No 621.-53 shouldered figure in gray tweed, becausethey happened to be going the same way;even as he, in turn, was followed by adog, whose aspect denoted that its soleobject in life was to e

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