Deciding of the Picnic Spot
Let’s go there, her way…
Her village and she thrive.
For I see, my tall friend
Summers warmer,
Land more lush
Sky more blue
Men more humble more gentle
Women more simple higher in grace
Olds own there more wisdom
Youth there are younger.
There’s water so snowy there’re pastures—so unbound.
There fall the falls so high
There’re the woods so dense.
And there’s air so pure,
Fragrant, and so fluent!
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