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Deep in the bowels of the earth, the oak 

 With hardy effort drives his vigorous root ; 

 And rears his head as high. No winter-ftorm 

 Can touch a trunk fo founded. Years revolve j 

 The puny generations of mankind, 

 Each after each, expire ; yet firm he ftands ; 

 And {Iretching, far and wide, his finewy arms, 

 With comprehenfive fpan, and fweep of fhade, 

 O'erfpreads a diftrift. 



35. The am is the -mofl: beautiful of all the trees 

 of the wood. 



47. As the letters of our names increafe on the 

 bark, fo mall our love. 



47. Under the ihelter of a fpreading beech. 

 50. The light metal crackled in the wind. 

 60, The maple flained with various hues-. 



119. 



