Additional Poems. 23. The Olive The olive in its orchard Should now be rooted sure, To cast abroad its branches And flourish and endure. Aloft amid the trenches Its dressers dug and died The olive in its orchard Should prosper and abide. Close should the fruit be clustered And light the leaf should wave, So deep the root is planted In the corrupting grave. |
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