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A Child World yet a wondrous world no less	A
To those who knew its boundless happiness	B
A simple old frame house eight rooms in all	C
Set just one side the center of a small	C
But very hopeful Indiana town	D
The upper story looking squarely down	D
Upon the main street and the main highway	E
From East to West historic in its day	E
Known as The National Road old timers all	C
Who linger yet will happily recall	C
It as the scheme and handiwork as well	F
As property of 'Uncle Sam ' and tell	F
Of its importance 'long and long afore	G
Railroads wuz ever dreamp ' of ' Furthermore	G
The reminiscent first Inhabitants	H
Will make that old road blossom with romance	I
Of snowy caravans in long parade	J
Of covered vehicles of every grade	J
From ox cart of most primitive design	K
To Conestoga wagons with their fine	K
Deep chested six horse teams in heavy gear	G
High names and chiming bells to childish ear	G
And eye entrancing as the glittering train	L
Of some sun smitten pageant of old Spain	L
And in like spirit haply they will tell	F
You of the roadside forests and the yell	F
Of 'wolfs' and 'painters ' in the long night ride	M
And 'screechin' catamounts' on every side	M
Of stagecoach days highwaymen and strange crimes	N
And yet unriddled mysteries of the times	N
Called 'Good Old ' 'And why 'Good Old' ' once a rare	G
Old chronicler was asked who brushed the hair	G
Out of his twinkling eyes and said 'Well John	O
They're 'good old times' because they're dead and gone '	P
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The old home site was portioned into three	G
Distinctive lots The front one natively	F
Facing to southward broad and gaudy fine	K
With lilac dahlia rose and flowering vine	K
The dwelling stood in and behind that and	Q
Upon the alley north and south left hand	R
The old wood house half trimly stacked with wood	S
And half a work shop where a workbench stood	S
Steadfastly through all seasons Over it	T
Along the wall hung compass brace and bit	T
And square and drawing knife and smoothing plane	L
And little jack plane too the children's vain	L
Possession by pretense in fancy they	E
Manipulating it in endless play	E
Turning out countless curls and loops of bright	U
Fine satin shavings Rapture infinite	V
Shelved quilting frames the toolchest the old box	W
Of refuse nails and screws a rough gun stock's	W
Outline in 'curly maple' and a pair	G
Of clamps and old krout cutter hanging there	G
Some 'patterns ' in thin wood of shield and scroll	F
Hung higher with a neat 'cane fishing pole'	F
And careful tackle all securely out	X
Of reach of children rummaging about	X
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Beside the wood house with broad branches free	G
Yet close above the roof an apple tree	G
Known as 'The Prince's Harvest' Magic phrase	Y
That was a boy's own tree in many ways	Y
Its girth and height meet both for the caress	A
Of his bare legs and his ambitiousness	A
And then its apples humoring his whim	Z
Seemed just to fairly hurry ripe for him	Z
Even in June impetuous as he	G
They dropped to meet him halfway up the tree	G
And O their bruised sweet faces where they fell	F
And ho the lips that feigned to 'kiss them well '	-
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'The Old Sweet Apple Tree ' a stalwart stood	S
In fairly sympathetic neighborhood	S
Of this wild princeling with his early gold	A2
To toss about so lavishly nor hold	A2
In bounteous hoard to overbrim at once	A
All Nature's lap when came the Autumn months	A
Under the spacious shade of this the eyes	A
Of swinging children saw swift changing skies	A
Of blue and green with sunshine shot between	B2
And 'when the old cat died' they saw but green	B2
And then there was a cherry tree We all	F
And severally will yet recall	F
From our lost youth in gentlest memory	G
The blessed fact There was a cherry tree	G
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There was a cherry tree Its bloomy snows	A
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows	A
No more its airy visions of pure joy	C2
As when you were a boy	C2
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There was a cherry tree The Bluejay set	D2
His blue against its white O blue as jet	D2
He seemed there then But now Whoever knew	E2
He was so pale a blue	E2
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There was a cherry tree Our child eyes saw	A
The miracle Its pure white snows did thaw	A
Into a crimson fruitage far too sweet	F2
But for a boy to eat	F2
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There was a cherry tree give thanks and joy	C2
There was a bloom of snow There was a boy	C2
There was a Bluejay of the realest blue	E2
And fruit for both of you	E2
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Then the old garden with the apple trees	A
Grouped 'round the margin and 'a stand of bees'	A
By the 'white winter pearmain' and a row	G
Of currant bushes and a quince or so	G
The old grape arbor in the center by	G2
The pathway to the stable with the sty	G2
Behind it and upon it cootering flocks	A
Of pigeons and the cutest 'martin box'	A
Made like a sure enough house with roof and doors	A
And windows in it and veranda floors	A
And balusters all 'round it yes and at	H2
Each end a chimney painted red at that	H2
And penciled white to look like little bricks	A
And to cap all the builder's cunning tricks	A
Two tiny little lightning rods were run	I2
Straight up their sides and twinkled in the sun	I2
Who built it Nay no answer but a smile	F
It may be you can guess who afterwhile	F
Home in his stall 'Old Sorrel' munched his hay	E
And oats and corn and switched the flies away	E
In a repose of patience good to see	A
And earnest of the gentlest pedigree	A
With half pathetic eye sometimes he gazed	J2
Upon the gambols of a colt that grazed	J2
Around the edges of the lot outside	M
And kicked at nothing suddenly and tried	M
To act grown up and graceful and high bred	K2
But dropped k'whop and scraped the buggy shed	K2
Leaving a tuft of woolly foxy hair	G
Under the sharp end of a gate hinge there	G
Then all ignobly scrambling to his feet	F2
And whinneying a whinney like a bleat	F2
He would pursue himself around the lot	F2
And do the whole thing over like as not	F2
Ah what a life of constant fear and dread	F2
And flop and squawk and flight the chickens led	F2
Above the fences either side were seen	B2
The neighbor houses set in plots of green	B2
Dooryards and greener gardens tree and wall	F
Alike whitewashed and order in it all	F
The scythe hooked in the tree fork and the spade	F2
And hoe and rake and shovel all when laid	F2
Aside were in their places ready for	G
The hand of either the possessor or	G
Of any neighbor welcome to the loan	L2
Of any tool he might not chance to own	L2

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