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_THERE are so many little things that make life beautiful_. / I can recall a day in early youth when I was longing for happiness. / Toward the western hills I gazed, watching for its approach. / The hills lay between me and the setting sun, and over them led a / highway. / When some traveller crossed the hill, always a fine grey dust rose / cloudless against the sky. / The traveller I could not distinguish, but the dust-cloud I could see.
And the dust-cloud seemed formed of hopes and possibilities-each speck / an embryo event. / At sunset, when the skies were fair, the dust-cloud grew radiant and / shone with visions. / The happiness for which I waited came not to me adown that western / slope, / But now I can recall the cloud of golden dust, the sunset, and the / highway leading over the hill, / The wonderful hope and expectancy of my heart, the visions of youth in / my eyes; and I know this was happiness.