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the wild plum tree.
Only its attic vigor to maintain,
I fed it each quick-blooded spring
With salt to thirsting, and it grew, my king,
Straightened, and bloomed, as never plum before.
I fed it each quick-blooded spring
With salt to thirsting, and it grew, my king,
Straightened, and bloomed, as never plum before.
Here is the fruit. So please you, taste and see
How nature straight replies.to such a call;—
And yonder has my plum, beneath the wall,
The warm earth colonized with fruitful trees.
How nature straight replies.to such a call;—
And yonder has my plum, beneath the wall,
The warm earth colonized with fruitful trees.
