QUERCUS ALBA 



Were you there to chronicle its 

 coming, or mortal man your ances- 

 tor? Yet in your own soul you 

 know you live; and the boulder is 

 there, a thousand miles from its 

 native ledge and you do not 

 doubt the manifest. 



Likewise, in this chronicle of the 

 life-romance of a white oak the 

 evidence stands; a tangible thing 

 which I have seen for myself, and 

 which you can see for yourself if 

 you care to take the trouble. 



