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The Tree
Fair Tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;
Sure some return is due from me
To thy cool shadows, and to thee.
When thou to Birds dost shelter give,
Thou music dost from them receive;
If Travellers beneath thee stay,
Till storms have worn themselves away,
That time in praising thee they spend,
And thy protecting power commend:10
The Shepherd here, from scorching freed,
Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed,
Whilst his lov'd Nymph, in thanks, bestows
Her flow'ery chaplet on thy boughs.
Shall I then only silent be,
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