THE SHADOW BUILDER
The lonely Shadow Builder watches ever in his lonely abode.
The walls are of cloud, and round and through them, changing ever as they come, pass the dim shades of all the things that have been.
This endless, shadowy, wheeling, moving circle is called The PROCESSION OF THE DEAD PAST. In it everything is just as it has been in the great world. There is no change in any part; for each moment, as it passes, sends its shade into this dim Procession. Here there are moving people and events—cares—thoughts—follies—crimes—joys—sorrows—places—scenes—hopes and fears, and all that make the sum of life with all its lights and shadows. Every picture in nature where shadow dwells—and that is every one—has here its dim phantom. Here are all pictures that are most fair and most sad to
