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In the Orchard.
Under the blooming orchard tree,
I hear the little maid May
Singing, "Why can't you stay with me,
Dear blossoms, why can't you stay?
I'll love you true, my whole life through,"
Promises little maid May.
Then I seem to hear the blossoms sigh.
"Sweetheart, it cannot be;
Your brother September will by and by
Seek apples under this tree:
We blossoms all must wither and fall,
Or apples there'll never be !"
Edith M. Thomas.
