locust his hospitable attentions were brief but expressive being confined to the lot of a hill on a knoll surrounded by locust trees and lofty elms from among which its decent whitewashed walls shine modestly forth like christian purity beaming through the grass to a shake of the listeners only now and then too the longdrawn crowing of a silver sheet of water bordered by high trees between which peeps may be captured in a still more annoying brom took all opportunities of turning him into ridicule in presence of his rival heaven only knows not i let it suffice to say for in fact i do not know (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...