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The un- fortunate are yet gazing in vain for golden- edged clouds they fancied would appear in their horizon. The good man feels that he has accom- plished too little for the Master, and sighs that another day must so soon close. Innocent child- hood, weary of its stay, longs for another mor- row; busy manhood cries, hold! hold! and pur- sues it to another's dawn. All are dissatisfied.

Harriet E. Wilson - Our nig, or, sketches from the life of a free black, in a two-story white house, North : Showing that slavery's shadows fall even there