With in vanishing phantoms of love & delight,

Abandon

my

- soul like a dream of the night

And leave but a desart behind. _

Be hushd

my

dark spirit for Wisdom contenne the feable deplore

Wiren the faint & the

Be strong as the rock

as the rock of the Dean that stemms of the

A thousand wild waves on the shore_

Through the perils of chance & the scowl of disdain May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage

Yea

clate:

even the name. I have avishised in vain

Shall awake not the sign of remembrance again

To bear is to conquer our fate

THE

BEECH

TREE'S

Petition..

O leave this little spot to me
Spare Woodman spor: the beechen tree

Though Shrabor flow ret never grow
My dark unwarming shade below,
Nor fruits of Autumn blossom born.
My green & glossy leaves adorn,—

me derive

· Nor murmining tribes from
Th' ambrosial amber of the hive ;

Yet lave this barren spet to mer
Ipare Woodman spare the beehen tree.

Thrice twenty summers I have stood
In bloomless fruitless solitude

Since Childhood first beneath my bower

Hath spent its sweet & sportive hour _

Since Youthful lover,

Their vows

And on

my

of trath & rapture made __

Frank's surviving frome

Caro'd many a long forgotten

Name

First breath'd upon this sacred ground. —

By all that Love hath whisperd here,
Or beauty heard with ravish & ear-

me

As Love's

own altar honor

Spare

Woodman spare the beechen trec. __