Stops to talk by a tree and sing,

Of what has gone on that very day

In fields and forests far away.

If little thoughts hear happily

All that’s said about a tree,

They’ll grow to be so wise and true,

They’ll come back to the heart of you

Much stronger, grown in beauty free,

Because their cradle was a tree.

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ADAGE

Happy childhood knows no sting

That the age of stealth doth bring.

Stealing hours from the day

Takes the joys of strength away.

Stealing hours from the Night

Taking all—for rest is Might.

When we steal away a Trust,

Nothing ever can we give

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