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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!
Saranac Lake.
XVIII
THE stormy evening closes now in vain,
Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain,
While here in sheltered house
With fire-ypainted walls,
I hear the wind abroad,
I hark the calling squalls -
'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'you burst your cheeks in vain!
Blow, blow,' I cry, 'my love is home again!'
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