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Dublin Aug 29th 1897

My dear Mr Barnard,

The two little pieces of rhetoric which I failed to find while you were with me this morning read as follows.

One day, when the sky was at its purest and brightest, God said, Mould and detach a little piece of thyself which I may animate: Then the bluebird was born.

Nature, in her happiest mood, said to lightning, honey and the rainbow, arrange yourselves as a