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[Newspaper Clipping]

ARCADIE

I traveled many winding ways
That weary seemed to me,
In cloudy nights and windy days,
To find sweet Arcadie.

The shepherds stand on either hand;
"We fain would go with thee,
Save for our sheep, to that sweet land,
That far-off Arcadie."

Along the self-same way I fare,
And shepherds ask of me;
"Hast found those green fields any-
where?"
"Yea, but the people dwelling there
Know not 'tis Arcadie."

--Arthur Willis Colton.