206 Confirmation Day in the Afternoon Under the snow-white apple tree The little girls are playing; Their dolls about the table sit, The small child-mothers laugh and flit, The apple bough is...
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690 To Ida (Who was nursemaid where I was cook) What brought you, brown-eyed German girl, And foolish me, together, And set us in a Cape Cod house All wreathed around with weather? Dipped us...
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