Poetry, Song, & Folklore

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Sing for the Oak Tree,

The monarch of the wood;

Sing for the Oak Tree,

That groweth green and good;

That groweth broad and branching

Within the forest shade;

That groweth now, and yet shall grow 

When we are lowly laid!

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- Mary Howitt -

The Oak Tree

Hoarsely to the midnight moon

Voiced the oak his rugged rune:

"Harken, sibyl Moon, to me;

Heat the saga of the Tree."

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- William Henry Venable -

Saga of the Oak