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High up in the apple tree climbing I go, / With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair / Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
Climbing, climbing, higher and higher, / The branches blow and I see a spire, / The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome, / All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam.
On and on, from bough to bough, / The leaves are thick, but I push my way through; / Before, I have always had to stop, / But to-day I am sure I shall reach the top.
Today to the end of the marvelous stair, / Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air! / Climbing, climbing, higher I go, / With the sky close above me, the earth far below.