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“ T’LL choose this tree for mine ! 
L When I’m afar, if thou wouldst learn my fate, 
Look on it—if it flourish or decline, 
Such destiny, believe, will me await! 
“ At the return of Spring, 
See, if its leaves come forth all fresh and bright; 
List, if the robin in its branches sing 
A carol gay—then know my heart is light! 
“ Come in the Summer days. 
And visit it, and sit beneath its shade; 
Seek its cool shelter from the noontide rays, 
Nor let it thy forgetfulness upbraid. 
“ And when with Autumn’s blast, 
Its golden-tinted leaves abroad are hurled, 
^jook it its trunk be hardy to the last, 
For such will be my courage through the world. 
