Phillips.] 296 [Feb. 18, 



The chestnut tree for various uses good, 



Though soft and tender yet a lasting wood; 



Where numerous Chestnuts shade the fertile ground. 



Good fence with ease may spacious fields surround. 



As for the nuts, they may with acorns join, 



A noble mast for saginating swine. 



The cedar, spruce and cypress here are seen, 



The pine and laurel, these are very green. 



The ash, the beech, the maple chiefly grow 



By streams of waters and in vallies low. 



The sable walnut, and the locust strong 



Grow here in groves, and wrestle in the throng. 



The poplar's lofty head the clouds invades. 



The spreading boughs defusing lovely shades. 



The flr-tree may the lofty mountain grace 



And pines in gardens man for beauty place; 



But, while the verdure leaves, in none you see, 



A nobler prospect than the popler tree. 



Here liquid Sugar drops from wounded trees. 



And aspen groves invite the gentle breeze. 



And now behold the lofty hills arise. 



That bear the arches of th' impending skies. 



Observe the rivals, and decide between 



Celestial azure and the mountan green. 



Behold the groves, consider well the skie, 



And say wherein the greater beauties ly. 



Which most the Mind with joy and wonder fills. 



The sky-blue curtain, or the verdant hills. 



When Israel's sons were led by Moses' hand. 



Who told the glories of the holy land. 



Melodious Themes the sacred Leader sings. 



Of hills and vallies, fountains, brooks and springs. 



What grov'ling Soul with patience can sustain 



The dull fiat prospect of a constant plain ; 



And ne'er reflect what precious treasure fills 



These ancient mountains and the lasting hills. Deut.33. 15 



No dreams of gold or views of argent veins 



T' involve the land in war, the poor in chains. 



I sing the treasure now before your Eyes, 



The growing profit and the solid prize. 



The well-know metal of a gen'ral use, 



In copious stores the bounteous hills produce; 



The neighboring groves, the trees, as plenty grow. 



To melt the ore and make the metal fiow. 



The world's last age may terminate the store 



Of trees above, and under ground the oar. 



To know what profit may from thence be made 



Ask not the stars, nor seek a Python's aid; 



As when you see the rising Tyde begin. 



And from the Ocean flouds come rolling in. 



It moves no wonder, gives you no surprise. 



The swelling water will by nature rise. 



So when a hundred kilns and forges glow, 



A thousand streams of melted metal flow. 



Not the possessors of the Mines alone 



Will hoard the gain and make it all their own. 



The trade and profit, circling like the blood. 



Will then become a universal good. 



