Grandmother's Old Peach Tree

Writtkx fok the Argi'8. Shall I ever forget tho owner- tho tree, or the fruit it produccl ?- never. The oíd Peach Tree, full well 1 knew When plauted by the lañe, Delicious treasures on it grew, But can not fruit again. That precious tree is now quite dead, lts branches broken down, And wilh regret I saw it laid So lifeless on the ground. t once díd cali, the fruit to Uke Enough to fill my pail ; I gave the tree a gentle shake, It rattled down like hail. The bhishing peach, delicious fruit, And better there ii none, Without- it has a velvet suit, ■Vithin- a heart of -tone. That $ood oíd tree, by time cut down, Laid on the ground to rot, Good bye to thee, since thou art gone For thee 111 murtnur not. Another tree to fill the space, , Was planted in the yard, . I recollect the time and place, lts fruit was sour and hard. And this one also soon must die And crumble into dust ; Yf, my friend, and you and I, And all those liring must. Ann Arbcr, 1865.