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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: XXXIX
The Hayloft
Through all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
Those green and sweetly smelling crops
They led the waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
A Child's Garden of Verses | 
