THE TREE WITH THE GOLDEN FRUIT.
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Upon hill tree there stands


Where golden fruit is founI;
'Tis seen alike by distant lands,


II shines for all around.
Here many come by day and night,


It's gold their fond pursuit,
They shake its branches with delight,


And bear away their fruit.
And vet its riches always stay,


The tree is never bare,
Whatever fruit is borne away,


AS much still glitters there
" Wha, is it's name2 And where its place?


Can we this wonder see2
What man can tell US? Who can guess?"


The BIBLE IS that Tree.