QUERCUS ALBA 



when maturity arrives and growth 

 ceases, gradually grow senile. Like 

 his parent before him and his 

 parent's parent preceding, destiny 

 would be relentless only a matter 

 of passing time. 



Of that destiny I shall not know, 

 nor you, nor yet our children. For 

 Quercus Alba, the veteran, stands 

 there to-day, a giant, four feet in 

 diameter, rising, white and clear, 

 sixty feet above the head of puny 



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