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Edgar Guest - The Apple Tree
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When an apple tree is ready 
    for the world to come and eat, 
There isn`t any structure 
    in the land that`s "got it beat." 
There`s nothing man has builded 
    with the beauty or the charm 
That can touch the simple grandeur 
    of the monarch of the farm. 
There`s never any picture 
    from a human being`s brush 
That has ever caught the redness 
    of a single apple`s blush. 

When an apple tree`s in blossom 
    it is glorious to see, 
But that`s just a hint, at springtime, 
    of the better things to be; 
That is just a fairy promise 
    from the Great Magician`s wand 
Of the wonders and the splendors 
    that are waiting just beyond 
The distant edge of summer; 
    just a forecast of the treat 
When the apple tree is ready 
    for the world to come and eat. 

Architects of splendid vision 
    long have labored on the earth, 
And have raised their dreams in marble 
    and we`ve marveled at their worth; 
Long the spires of costly churches 
    have looked upward at the sky; 
Rich in promise and in the beauty, 
    they have cheered the passer-by. 
But I`m sure there`s nothing finer 
    for the eye of man to meet 
Than an apple tree that`s ready 
    for the world to come and eat. 

There`s the promise of the apples, 
    red and gleaming in the sun, 
Like the medals worn by mortals 
    as rewards for labors done; 
And the big arms stretched wide open, 
    with a welcome warm and true In a way that sets you thinking 
    it`s intended just for you. 
There is nothing with a beauty 
    so entrancing, so complete, 
As an apple tree that`s ready 
    for the world to come and eat.
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