The seed has started, who can stay it ? See, 

 The leaves are sprouting high above the ground. 

 Already o'er the flowers its head ; the tree 

 That rose beside it, and that on it frowned, 

 Behold ! is but a small bush by its side. 

 Still on ! it cannot stop ; its branches spread ; 

 It looks o'er all the earth in giant pride. 



JONES VERY. 



