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THE HUMBLE PETITION OF A TREE.
TO MATTHEW WILSON, ESQ.
For years I have looked with a shadow full broad
Over cottages dark with decay,
But, unworthy to stand by this new-raised abode,
I beg to be taken away.
Over cottages dark with decay,
But, unworthy to stand by this new-raised abode,
I beg to be taken away.
I feel not a pang—not a sigh at my heart,
Nor deem the self-sacrifice hard;
For what Tree of soul would repine to depart,
When his fall will throw light on a bard?
Nor deem the self-sacrifice hard;
For what Tree of soul would repine to depart,
When his fall will throw light on a bard?
A few of old Cr—t's, too, the garden that dim,
Should at once from their roots be up-tore all,
Nor shade with mean elm the dwelling of him
Who ought to be shaded with laurel!
Should at once from their roots be up-tore all,
Nor shade with mean elm the dwelling of him
Who ought to be shaded with laurel!
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Such, sir, is my prayer, and if, favoured by you,
Your deeds tell the world you approve it,
I will pray that whenever aught darkens your view,
Some hand may be by to remove it.
Your deeds tell the world you approve it,
I will pray that whenever aught darkens your view,
Some hand may be by to remove it.
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