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Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? it is impossible. the moss on our time-worn mansion brightens into beauty; and the good old pastor, who once dwelt here, renewed his prime and regained his boyhood in the genial breeze of his ninetieth spring. alas for the worn and heavy soul, if, whether in youth or age, it has outlived its privilege of springtime sprightliness!
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Can Man Be So Age-stricken That No

Nathaniel Hawthorne
Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? it is impossible. the moss on our time-worn mansion brightens into beauty; and the good old pastor, who once dwelt here, renewed his prime and regained his boyhood in the genial breeze of his ninetieth spring. alas for the worn and heavy soul, if, whether in youth or age, it has outlived its privilege of springtime sprightliness!
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