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Occasioned by seeing a Walk of Bay-trees.
No Thunder blasts Ioves Plant, nor canMisfortune warp an honest Man;
Shaken He may be, by some one
Or other Gust, Unleav'd by none:
Though tribulation's sharp and keen,
His Resolutions keep Green;
And whilst Integrity's his wall,
His Year's all Spring, and hath no Fall.
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