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now I am going to make a com- position There is a tree of goodly form, and tall Among its every shapen boughs of strength
should frailest zepher venture, sounds of might sky rending; quick, would rise; oer all Upon the hills, she shouts her songs
of worth To small eyed trees, and brambles far below 'Twas thus I heard her sing when long ago I sought and hour of rest beneath
her shade O God of trees, Ye vines and brambles all I pray you listen List I beseech you O listen listen listen Lend your
ears I do implore you listen, listen, listen And now, ye God of trees, brambles and vines Give heed I king of trees I'm good
Ye brambles I am good, Im good Ye vines and God of trees. ----------- Im loathe to speak my praise Im good Fruits of all hues,
are on me, and arround I bless forever always and every fruit is on me, to help mankind, and brute This celebrated tree is
never the less-common 'tis always found on uplands, where are also found coarse grained 'plause and poplar breath upon the
high banks of the great river famecheap the best specimens are found Several attempts have been made to introduce it among
the groves of noncheery wormwood and light stomach growing on the Lowlands of short mean and death trode But all were unsuccessful
as they inverrably drooped and died