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The Unknown Paradise. 85
“Now I should like to know the name of the
beautiful country you have shown to me?”
“Qh, dear child, it is your own country—your
own beloved Sweden. JI, like you, was born in this
land, and therefore F love its valleys far more than
the gorgeous plains of sunny climes. And now when
I have given you a view of all that is beautiful in
this country you must also love it with your whole
heart.”
“Oh, yes, yes!” little Harold called out, and he
would have liked to press the whole country to his
throbbing heart. He gathered flowers on the hills
and meadows, and kissed them with delight, and
tumbled about in merry sport in the gladness of
his heart that he had learned to love his own
beautiful country.
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