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Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

Lucy Larcom

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Lucy Larcom
Age: 69 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 5
Died: 1893
Died: April 17
Poet
Teacher
Writer
Beverly
Massachusetts
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Glory
Tree
Shall
Littles
Little
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Boughs
Canst

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