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THE WILLOW-TREE BOUGH
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Soon may the children, are yet to be born to me,
Standing around like young shoots in a row,
Hark to the eldest one spelling so easily
Worm-eaten words on the willow-tree bough.
Page:The Muse in Arms, Osborn (ed), 1917.djvu/283
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