THE TREE DOCTOR 



I've hailed the children, youth and age, 



The man of "rank," the priest, the sage ; 



I've shown my wounds to great and small, 



But all declined to heed my call ; 



Or, peradventure, such may be, 



They did not comprehend a tree ! 



But think, because I'm free from strife, 



I'm not endowed with force or life, 



And need no care or human thought, 



'Mid winter's blasts and days so hot! 



Photo 50 

 The Maple with Decayed Center partly Removed. 



