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breath that this preacher uttered； they were the words of life；
because a life of good deeds and holy love was melted into them。
Pearls； pure and rich； had been dissolved into this precious
draught。 The poet； as he listened； felt that the being and character
of Ernest were a nobler strain of poetry than he had ever written。 His
eyes glistening with tears； he gazed reverentially at the venerable
man； and said within himself that never was there an aspect so
worthy of a prophet and a sage as that mild； sweet； thoughtful
countenance； with the glory of white hair diffused about it。 At a
distance； but distinctly to be seen； high up in the golden light of
the setting sun； appeared the Great Stone Face； with hoary mists
around it； like the white hairs around the brow of Ernest。 Its look of
grand beneficence seemed to embrace the world。
At that moment； in sympathy with a thought which he was about to
utter； the face of Ernest assumed a grandeur of expression； so
imbued with benevolence； that the poet； by an irresistible impulse；
threw his arms aloft； and shouted； 〃Behold！ Behold！ Ernest is
himself the likeness of the Great Stone Face！〃
Then all the people looked； and saw that what the deep…sighted poet
said was true。 The prophecy was fulfilled。 But Ernest； having finished
what he had to say； took the poet's arm； and walked slowly homeward；
still hoping that some wiser and better man than himself would by
and by appear； bearing a resemblance to the GREAT STONE FACE。
THE END
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