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Low murmurs reach me from the town,

As Day puts on her sombre crown,

And shakes her mantle darkly down.

HERE 's a memory keeps a-runnin'

Through my weary head to-night,

An' I see a picture dancin'

In the fire-flames' ruddy light;

'Tis the picture of an orchard

Wrapped in autumn's purple haze,

With the tender light about it

That I loved in other days.

An' a-standin' in a corner

Once again I seem to see

The verdant leaves an' branches

Of an old apple-tree.

You perhaps would call it ugly,

An' I don't know but it 's so,

When you look the tree all over

Unadorned by memory's glow;