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So on the forest's side, the hardy tree,
Blest guardian of fair Albion's liberty,
Though shatt'ring blasts and wintry storms assail,
Draws health and vigour from the threatening gale,
Beneath his shelt'ring boughs and spreading crest,
While now the fatt'ning herds securely rest,
Lo, from his giant trunk's resistless side
Triumphant navies stem the yielding tide.