288 Practical Orcharding On Rough Lands, 



riiS kJL/U i KJtl/ll,. 



^'The suns of long summers have withered thy form 

 Around thee has beaten the pitiless storm; 

 The head that so proudly looked over the plain, 

 Is bowed with the burden of limb racking pain. 



The friends of thy youth with a faint, dying moan, 

 Fell prone at Death's biding, and left thee alone, 

 And only a moldering grave mark of w^ood 

 Is seen where they once in their strong beauty stood." 



**And soon or late to all that sow 

 The^time of harvest shall be given; 

 The flowers shall bloom, the fruit shall grow, 

 If not on earth at least in heaven." 



