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BOLEHILL TREES. 



A conspicuous plantation, encompassing a school-house and play-ground, on 

 a bleak eminence, at Barlow, in Derbyshire. 



OW peace to his ashes who planted yon trees. 



That welcome my wandering eye ! 

 In lefty luxuriance they wave with the breeze. 



And resemble a grove in the sky. 

 On the brow of the mountain, uncultured and bleak, 



They flourish in grandeur sublime. 

 Adorning its bald and majestical peak. 



Like the lock on the forehead of Time. 



A land-mark they rise ; to the stranger forlorn 



All night on the wild heath delay 'd, 

 ' Tis rapture to spy the young beauties of morn 



Unveiling behind their dark shade. 

 The homeward-bound husbandman joys to behold, 



On the line of the gray evening scene. 

 Their branches yet gleaming with purple and gold, 



And the sunset expiring between. 



Then peace to his ashes who planted those trees ! 



Supreme o'er the landscape they rise, 

 With simple and lovely magnificence please 



All bosoms, and gladden all eyes. 

 Nor marble, nor brass, could emblazen his fame 



Like his own sylvan trophies, that wave 

 In graceful memorial, and whisper his name. 



And scatter their leaves on his grave. 



Ah ! thus, when I sleep in the desolate tomb, 



May the laurels I planted endure. 

 On the mountain of high immortality bloom. 



Midst lightning and tempest secure ! 

 Then ages unborn shall their verdure admire, 



And nations sit under their shade. 

 While my spirit, in secret, shall move o'er my Ivre, 



Aloft in their branches display'd. 



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MONTGOMERY, 



Amid them stood the tree of life. 



High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit 



Of vegetable gold. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 



