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The Ladder
In our woodyard one apple-tree
Quite touched the sky, I knew;
For when the boughs swung I could see
Blue bits of heaven break through.
Quite touched the sky, I knew;
For when the boughs swung I could see
Blue bits of heaven break through.
The big red apples glittered bright
So high up in the sun,
An angel, without stooping, might
Have plucked the topmost one.
So high up in the sun,
An angel, without stooping, might
Have plucked the topmost one.
A long, green-painted ladder leant
Among the boughs;—'twas odd,
But I was sure that ladder went
Right up the tree to God.
Among the boughs;—'twas odd,
But I was sure that ladder went
Right up the tree to God.
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I longed to climb and see His place,
But then I was so young—
Just two—and what a fearful space
Divided rung from rung!
But then I was so young—
Just two—and what a fearful space
Divided rung from rung!
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