Poem_Zane Stotts

“The Planting of the Apple-Tree Come, let us plant the apple-tree. Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, And press it o’er them tenderly, As, round the sleeping infant’s feet, We softly fold the […]

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