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THE OAK
“Dodona's oaks were through the world renown'd.”
Their riddling answers oft did men confound.
Their riddling answers oft did men confound.
“Our Dryads were to mortals ever good.”
Your Druid altars smoked with human blood.
Your Druid altars smoked with human blood.
“We saved your second Charles from dread mishap.”
King David's son you caught in deadly trap.
King David's son you caught in deadly trap.
“In oaken pulpit parsons preach'd and pray'd.”
From oaken gibbet poor folk swung and sway'd.
From oaken gibbet poor folk swung and sway'd.
“Rare banquets on oak-board were richly spread.”
Oak-coffins were the revellers' last bed.
Oak-coffins were the revellers' last bed.
“Who carried Drake through strange uncharted seas?”
Be all your faults forgot, heroic trees!
Be all your faults forgot, heroic trees!
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