The Lonely Wild

In my wanderings I found a wild field where flowers bloomed. I said to them:

"Alas, little ones, you are hard beset. A forest was here once, and now you alone remain, girdled by the works of man. I fear we shall soon extinguish you for ever."

And I listened well, and I heard them answer:

"Pray tarry here a little longer, and let us look upon more of your cities. You are strange and beautiful, o children of man, and your time so short; and we shall be lonely for long ages when you are gone..."

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