The Oak (Arthur Weir Poems)
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
We are scarcely one to seven, But our cause is just;Help us in our trial, heaven! Keep the ford we ...
Of double depth they made her grave, And covered it with massive stone,And there, where silvery birches wave, They left ...
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