The curtain falls, the traveler returns, and the æons commence again their ceaseless cycles around mysterious Copan.
IV.
The Lost Atlantis.
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“Man’s steps are not upon thy paths; thy fields
Are not a spoil for him; thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send him, shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling to his gods, where haply lies