THERE'S ROOM ENOUGH FOR ALL What need of all this fuss and strife. Each warring with his brother ? Why
... gipsy And lived upon the moors; Her bed it was the brown heath turf. And her home wa* out doors. Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants pods o’ broom ; Her win* was dew of the wild white rose. Her book churchyard tomb. Her brothers were the ...