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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: escaped to the forest and run wild. The partridge-vine was full of
rosy provision for the birds. The dark tiny leaves of the creeping
snow-berry were all sprinkled over with delicate drops of spicy
foam. There were few belated raspberries, and, if we chose to go
out into the burnt ground, we could find blueberries in plenty.
But there was still bloom enough to give that festal air without
which the most abundant feast seems coarse and vulgar. The pale
gold of the loosestrife had faded, but the deeper yellow of the
goldenrod had begun to take its place. The blue banners of the
fleur-de-lis had vanished from beside the springs, but the purple
of the asters was appearing. Closed gentians kept their secret
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