Last line

Fortunate country, that is one day to receive hearts like Alexandra’s into its bosom, to give them out again in the yellow wheat, in the rustling corn, in the shining eyes of youth!

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2 Responses to Last line

  1. ricki says:

    This one keeps saying “O Pioneers!” to me, but I’m too principled to get up and actually check my copy.

  2. red says:

    Yes. O Pioneers.

    :)

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