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ON A CYPRESS FROM MOUNT SINAI,
IN SANDOWN VICARAGE GARDEN, ISLE OF WIGHT.
A seedling from the rugged mountain heightsOf Sinai, where one lonely Cypress tree
Sways to the smiting blast, which wanders free
Over those rocky solitudes, and blights
The scanty verdure. Here Love's hand delights
To tend it amid blossoms, where the bee
Mingles its music with the whispering sea,
And the Church bell to prayer and praise invites.
O tapering Cypress, my aspiring soul
In thy symbolic story fain would share;
Not where the stormy blasts of Sinai roll
May I be found; but in a garden fair,
Where Calvary's Cross and Sharon's rose are seen
Pointing to Paradise and joys serene.
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