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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: bed whereon Memory loves to lie and dream!
Why not choose mint as the symbol of remembrance? It is the true
spice-tree of our Northern clime, the myrrh and frankincense of the
land of lingering snow. When its perfume rises, the shrines of the
past are unveiled, and the magical rites of reminiscence begin.
I.
You are fishing down the Swiftwater in the early Spring. In a
shallow pool, which the drought of summer will soon change into dry
land, you see the pale-green shoots of a little plant thrusting
themselves up between the pebbles, and just beginning to overtop
the falling water. You pluck a leaf of it as you turn out of the
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