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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest: We're in the woods as boys again.
Our pride is in the strength of trees,
Our pomp the pomp of living things;
Our ears are tuned to melodies
That every feathered songster sings.
At Sugar Camp our noonday meal
Is eaten in the open air,
Where through the leaves the sunbeams steal
And simple is our bill of fare.
At Sugar Camp in peace we dwell
And none is boastful of himself;
A Heap O' Livin' | 
