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IN THE ORCHARD.

  

Se AL HE brightest ray the sun can bring,
e) || The freshest air the breeze can blow,
The sweetest song the thrushes sing,

Are in the early morn, you know.

The apples then, all ripe and sweet,
Are sparkling with the crystal dew,
‘Tis then the fruit is best to eat,
And that’s the time to pluck it, tool

So where the fruit hung overhead

Miss Bell and Kate took “Dot” and “ Spy”;
They plucked the apples rosy red,

And took them home to make a pie.

And as they homeward went in glee
_ Across the fields, Kate said to Bell:
“If Tom had been awake, you see,

He might have had this walk as well!”

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