. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". /O The roses were dead And apples hung redIn the top of the Crab Apple Tree, And yellow and sear Hung the corn in the ear,When Robin was married to me. The winter and spring Will evermore bringDear thoughts of the Crab Apple Tree, And summer and fall Will ever recallTheir bygones to Robin and me. 71 ^. 72 HIS MOTHER I knew an orphan once—He trod alone the busy thoroughfares,And all the by-ways of his native place,And on strange faces gazed and turned away,For none gave back the image of his one, responsive to his sighs,Told him th
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". /O The roses were dead And apples hung redIn the top of the Crab Apple Tree, And yellow and sear Hung the corn in the ear,When Robin was married to me. The winter and spring Will evermore bringDear thoughts of the Crab Apple Tree, And summer and fall Will ever recallTheir bygones to Robin and me. 71 ^. 72 HIS MOTHER I knew an orphan once—He trod alone the busy thoroughfares,And all the by-ways of his native place,And on strange faces gazed and turned away,For none gave back the image of his one, responsive to his sighs,Told him that she had gone above the clouds;And so he climbed the citys highest tower,That he might look uninterruptedlyAnd scan the far-off skies in search of her. One Sabbath day,When peal and chime of bells had calledThe people from their cares,I first beheld him by me in the minor chords the massive organ spokeWith simple melody, then like the blast of trum-petsWhen the charge of cavalry is on,It filled the vaulted arches of the roof;But all the while the boys sad eyesWere turned on the incoming throng,And on each face he gazed when the ponderous-lidded Bible oped, 73 -*&
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