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“ No tradition tells 
Thai ever hermit clipp’d his maple dish 
In the sweet spring that lurks mid yon green fields.” 
“ For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, 
Ilis few books, or his beads, or maple-dish ? ” 
Some give to the sycamore alone the special honour 
of thus ministering to the frugal comfort of these mis¬ 
taken recluses; but, as it was of comparatively late 
introduction, and as our own native maple was certainly 
used for domestic purposes, why may it not share this 
“ help to fame ? ” 
“ And may at last my weary age 
Find out some peaceful hermitage, 
The hairy gown, the mossy cell, 
Where I may sit and rightly spell 
Of every star that heaven doth show, 
And every herb that sips the dew, 
Till old experience doth attain 
To something of prophetic strain.” 
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