Chapters 21
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1 The Past - Read by BM 1:24
I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, and, out of date, I have outgrown it.
Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty? and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it. I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued, it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, While over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystalled tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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2 The Past - Read by CJB 1:00
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe, worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendour, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless luster lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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3 The Past - Read by DL 1:03
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, Like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, And out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty, And its dyes of oriental splendor, Or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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4 The Past - Read by DRB 1:05
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable, subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle. Yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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5 The Past - Read by GB 1:05
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep, and dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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6 The Past - Read by GHS 1:07
The Past, I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendour, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies. And starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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7 The Past - Read by HP 1:07
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe, worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I've outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where somber shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while all over a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystalled tears, My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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8 The Past - Read by IDT 1:07
The Past by Ella Willer Wilcox, read for Libra Box, by Isabel, February 21st, 2011, Cawdor Springs. I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn, threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all of faithless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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9 The Past - Read by JM 1:18
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor? Or complain that I must needs discard it. I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable.
Subdued it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle. Yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies.
And starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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10 The Past - Read by LAH 1:10
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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11 The Past - Read by LLW 1:15
The Past by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor? Or complain that I must needs discard it. I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where somber shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies. And starred with gems made out of crystalled tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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12 The Past - Read by LY 1:08
I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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13 The Past - Read by MG 1:20
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date, I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendour, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle. Yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless luster lies, and starred with gems made out of crystalled tears. My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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14 The Past - Read by MM 1:04
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe, worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor or complain, that I must needs discard it? I can weave, upon the shuttles of the future years, a fabric far more durable. Subdued, it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all of fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made of crystalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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15 The Past - Read by M 0:58
The Past I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable, Subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies. And starred with gems made out of crystal tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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16 The Past - Read by NT 1:06
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, like a robe, worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep, and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fatalist lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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17 The Past - Read by PDG 0:56
Or by Penelope Greenwell of Lexington, Kentucky, on February 20th, 2011. I fling the past behind me, like a robe where threadbare at the seams and out of date, I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendour, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless luster lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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18 The Past - Read by PSD 1:04
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I fling the past behind me, like a robe worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its ties of oriental splendor, or complain that I must disregard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all of faithless lustre lies, and starved with gems made out of crystal tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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19 The Past - Read by RN 1:17
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me, like a robe, worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep, and dwell upon its beauty? And its dyes of oriental splendor all complain that I must needs discard it. I can weave, upon the shuttles of the future years, a fabric far more durable, subdued, it may be, in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, While over all a fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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20 The Past - Read by SM 0:54
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all the fadeless lustre lies, and starred with gems made out of crystal tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.
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21 The Past - Read by WT 1:05
The Past by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I fling the past behind me like a robe worn threadbare at the seams and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep and dwell upon its beauty and its dyes of oriental splendor, or complain that I must needs discard it? I can weave upon the shuttles of the future years a fabric far more durable. Subdued it may be in the blending of its hues, where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, while over all a fadeless lustre lies. And starred with gems made out of cristalled tears, my new robe shall be richer than the old.