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Excerpt from Daughters, Vol. 3: A Novel "The past is all obliterate; gone to dust All tears, all sighs unto the wind; belong To Hope and Fear the future, and they two Have left alone in her beatitude, Love; all-in-all sufficient for the Now, The perfect, Present, that may never die, Seeming immortal in its depth of rest." Wilson's "Dream of the Highlands." Happy holy love! we need not add our tuneless note to the many myriad voices which have in varied strains, sung thy praises; we need not tell how thou drawest forth the sharpest sting - illumineth the darkest - dreariest paths - turneth the lowliest cot into a palace, the narrowest boundary into the fairest widest range. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.