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42 HEART-WOOD “Oak on the hill blew down last night— Heart-wood rotten—it had to go— A thousand years—it was there at dusk, But this morning, no. “Went out to the barn to feed the stock— Noticed the wind was chill, But I never thought, then I looked up there— And there was the—hill. “Stopped and set my fork in the snow— Opened the gate, fed Prince his hay, Put my hand on his neck and said, ‘Gone with the old men—gone away.’ “Went back to the house to warm. Said to Mary, ‘There’s been a blow— Old oak tree on the hill is down, Heart-wood rotten—it had to go.’” ...

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