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The Twin Pines.
THE TWIN PINES.
TWO pine trees side by side are seen,
Enclosed within my garden's bound,
With robes of bright enduring green,
And their own softly murmuring sound—
So many years I've watched them grow,
Their kindly look have daily met,
That long-tried friends we seem, who know
The love which never doth forget.
Enclosed within my garden's bound,
With robes of bright enduring green,
And their own softly murmuring sound—
So many years I've watched them grow,
Their kindly look have daily met,
That long-tried friends we seem, who know
The love which never doth forget.
I've sat beneath their waving shade
In many a lingering summer hour,
And watched the streamlet as it played
In graceful eddies round the shore,
And giving to my fancy play,
Have questioned these my fav'rite pines,
Half hoping and half jestingly,
Their being's mystery to untwine.
In many a lingering summer hour,
And watched the streamlet as it played
In graceful eddies round the shore,
And giving to my fancy play,
Have questioned these my fav'rite pines,
Half hoping and half jestingly,
Their being's mystery to untwine.
"Oh trees, that wave my head above,
Some answer make, some token give
Of consciousness, that I may prove
How much is worth the life ye live;
Say do ye feel when friendly arm
Around your rugged trunk I place,
As mortals feel, with heart-throb warm,
When thus they meet a friend's embrace?
Some answer make, some token give
Of consciousness, that I may prove
How much is worth the life ye live;
Say do ye feel when friendly arm
Around your rugged trunk I place,
As mortals feel, with heart-throb warm,
When thus they meet a friend's embrace?
