THE PINE TREE. 
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And chequer’d, as the heavy branches sway 
To and fro with the wind, I stay to listen, 
And fancy to myself that a sad voice, 
Praying, comes moaning through the trees, as ’twere 
For some misdeed.” 
And Dryden sings,— 
“ A crown of pine upon his head he wore. 
And thus began her pity to implore.” 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
The loud wind through the forest wakes. 
With sound like oceans roaring, wild and deep. 
And in yon gloomy pines, strange music makes, 
Like symphonies unearthly, heard in sleep ; 
The sobbing waters dash their waves and weep: 
Where moans the blast its dreary path along, 
The bending firs a mournful cadence keep, 
And mountain rocks re-echo to the song, 
As fitful raves the wind the hills and woods among. 
Dbummond. 
