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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The TreeAnne Kingsmill Finch - The Tree
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Fair tree! for thy delightful shade     `Tis just that some return be made;     Sure some return is due from me     To thy cool shadows, and to thee.     When thou to birds dost shelter give,     Thou music dost from them receive;     If travellers beneath thee stay     Till storms have worn themselves away,     That time in praising thee they spend   And thy protecting pow`r commend.   The shepherd here, from scorching freed,   Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed;   Whilst his lov`d nymph, in thanks, bestows   Her flow`ry chaplets on thy boughs.   Shall I then only silent be,   And no return be made by me?   No; let this wish upon thee wait,   And still to flourish be thy fate.   To future ages may`st thou stand   Untouch`d by the rash workman`s hand,   Till that large stock of sap is spent,   Which gives thy summer`s ornament;   Till the fierce winds, that vainly strive   To shock thy greatness whilst alive,   Shall on thy lifeless hour attend,   Prevent the axe, and grace thy end;   Their scatter`d strength together call   And to the clouds proclaim thy fall;   Who then their ev`ning dews may spare   When thou no longer art their care,   But shalt, like ancient heroes, burn,   And some bright hearth be made thy urn.
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