 | The Invisible Playmate |  |
THE ORCHARD OF STARS
Amid the orchard grass she'd stood
and watch'd with childish glee
The big bright burning apples shower'd
like star-falls from the tree;
and watch'd with childish glee
The big bright burning apples shower'd
like star-falls from the tree;
So when the autumn meteors fell
she cried, with outspread gown,
“Oh my, papa, look! Isn't God
just shaking apples down?”
she cried, with outspread gown,
“Oh my, papa, look! Isn't God
just shaking apples down?”
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