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 005 “Not all those who wander are lost” -J.R.R. Tolkien


Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches
Dwells another race, with other customs and language.
Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic
Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile
Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.
From the poem,  “Evangeline”by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow