| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet,
Scatter the blossom under her feet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers!
Blazon your mottos of blessing and prayer!
Welcome her, welcome her, all that is ours!
Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare!
Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers!
Flames, on the windy headland flare!
Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire!
Clash, ye bells, in the merry March air!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Royalty Restored/London Under Charles II by J. Fitzgerald Molloy: gold before them, upon which two gentlemen who were with me made
reflexions with astonishment. Six days after was all in the
dust."
For now the end of all things had come for Charles Stuart. It
happened on the morning of the 2nd of February, 1685, the day
being Monday, the king whilst in his bedroom was seized by an
apoplectic fit, when crying out, he fell back in his chair, and
lay as one dead. Wildly alarmed, his attendants summoned Dr.
King, the physician in waiting, who immediately bled him, and had
him carried to bed. Then tidings spread throughout the palace,
that his majesty hovered betwixt life and death; which should
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: while two gardeners and a smiling woman beamed delightedly upon
us. We stared at them in return. It was all wrong. This wasn't
the Hall, and it wasn't Whinnerley. There was some mistake. The
car must have been sent to meet somebody else- somebody like us.
And we-
I think we saw the streamer at the same moment. It was a large
white one, slung across the curling drive from one tree to
another. On it were the words: "Welcome to the Happy Pair."
As we left it behind, we turned and faced one another. It was
all as clear as daylight. We were the wrong pair. The right
pair had never come. We had travelled in their 'engaged'
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