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Charlotte Smith - ApostropheCharlotte Smith - Apostrophe
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TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North, Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth, Lo! Vegetation`s guardian hands emboss Each giant limb with fronds of studded moss, That clothes the bark in many a fringed fold Begemm`d with scarlet shields, and cups of gold, Which, to the wildest winds their webs oppose, And mock the arrowy sleet, or weltering snows. --But to the warmer West the woodbine fair With tassels that perfumed the summer air, The mantling clematis, whose feathery bowers Waved in festoons with nightshade`s purple flowers, The silver weed, whose corded fillets wove Round thy pale rind, even as deceitful love Of mercenary beauty would engage The dotard fondness of decrepit age; All these, that during summer`s halcyon days With their green canopies conceal`d thy sprays, Are gone for ever; or disfigured, trail Their sallow relicts in the autumnal gale; Or o`er thy roots, in faded fragments toss`d, But tell of happier hours, and sweetness lost! --Thus in Fate`s trying hour, when furious storms Strip social life of Pleasure`s fragile forms, And awful Justice , as his rightful prey Tears Luxury`s silk, and jewel`d robe, away, While reads Adversity her lesson stern, And Fortune`s minions tremble as they learn; The crowds around her gilded car that hung, Bent the lithe knee, and troul`d the honey`d tongue, Desponding fall, or fly in pale despair; And Scorn alone remembers that they were. Not so Integrity ; unchanged he lives In the rude armour conscious Honour gives, And dares with hardy front the troubled sky, In Honesty`s uninjured panoply. Ne`er on Prosperity`s enfeebling bed Or rosy pillows, he reposed his head, But given to useful arts, his ardent mind Has sought the general welfare of mankind; To mitigate their ills his greatest bliss, While studying them , has taught him what he is ; He , when the human tempest rages worst, And the earth shudders as the thunders burst, Firm, as thy northern branch, is rooted fast, And if he can`t avert , endures the blast.
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