. Songs from Appledore. --. a northeast galeThat rends the bolt rope from the sail, And breaks in twain the groaning mast! O love, my heart is like the sea, Surging with every gale that blows,Longing for winds that bring the rose, The happy summer-time and THE CHILDRENS 1NI> AT APPLEDORE ALICE IM ER R KPONT Above her grave the sparrow singsWith radiant joy, summer is near,Fresh hope the lovely south wind brings;Oh, could it wake you, Alice, dear!Once more I see her matchless graceThrough tears I cannot yet restrain ;Dear visions of her blessed face,I hear her gentle voice again !O me

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. Songs from Appledore. --. a northeast galeThat rends the bolt rope from the sail, And breaks in twain the groaning mast! O love, my heart is like the sea, Surging with every gale that blows,Longing for winds that bring the rose, The happy summer-time and THE CHILDRENS 1NI> AT APPLEDORE ALICE IM ER R KPONT Above her grave the sparrow singsWith radiant joy, summer is near,Fresh hope the lovely south wind brings;Oh, could it wake you, Alice, dear!Once more I see her matchless graceThrough tears I cannot yet restrain ;Dear visions of her blessed face,I hear her gentle voice again !O memory of a woman true, so beautiful and brave,Let me draw near with reverent feetAnd lay these wild flowers on thy grave,The tirst anemones that swayTheir blossoms in the winds of

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