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ful war upon them, here still they might be found, 

 ignorant, innocent, contented, and for that innocence 

 and contentment to be envied by such as we we 

 who profess to be wise and therefore ever live in an 

 envious frame of mind, possessed of a discontented 

 soul. 



'Tis afternoon, and for the last time I sit beside iny 

 pine tree, whose crown each dawn doth greet the first 

 ray of the rising sun. For the last time I have been 

 through the old orange orchard seeking therein what 

 I might find. For the last time I have trodden the 

 woodland path which leads by the vacant house. 

 Many times during the past five weeks have I passed 

 along these pathways. Many times have I sat where 

 I now am, with my head, aweary, resting against the 

 pine. From to-day on, perhaps forever, I am a 

 stranger to this land. From to-day on its sun will 

 shine as brightly, its breezes blow as balmily, its pines 

 nod as gracefully and its surf roar as soothingly, but 

 they will bring not peace nor contentment to my soul, 

 nor health and strength to my body. A long farewell 

 to thee, O, Ormond by the Sea ! 



