I was a young fair tree:
Each spring with quivering green
My boughs were clad; and far
Down the deep vale, a light
Shone from me on the eyes
Of those who past,–a light
That told of sunny days,
And blossoms and blue sky:
For I was ever first
Of all the grove to hear
The soft voice under ground
Of the warm–working spring;
And ere my brethren stirred
Their sheathed buds, the kine,
And the kine’s keeper, came
Slow up the valley–path,
And laid them underneath
My cool and rustling leaves;
And I could feel them there
As in the quiet shade
They stood, with tender thoughts,
That past along their life
Like wings on a still lake,
Blessing me;–and to God,
The bless
(Henry Alford)
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