Salute to the Trees

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Salute to the Trees

Many a tree is found in the wood

And every tree for its use is good:

Some for the strength of the gnarled root,

Some for the sweetness of flower or fruit;

Some for shelter against the storm,

And some to keep the hearth-stone warm;

Some for the roof, and some for the beam,

And some for a boat to breast the stream;⁠—

In the wealth of the wood since the world began

The trees have offered their gifts to man.

But the glory of trees is more than their gifts:

’Tis a beautiful wonder of life that lifts,

From a wrinkled seed in an earth-bound clod,

A column, an arch in the temple of God,

A pillar of power, a dome of delight,

A shrine of song, and a joy of sight!

Their roots are the nurses of rivers in birth;

Their leaves are alive with the breath of the earth;

They shelter the dwellings of man; and they bend

O’er his grave with the look of a loving friend.

I have camped in the whispering forest of pines,

I have slept in the shadow of olives and vines;

In the knees of an oak, at the foot of a palm

I have found good rest and slumber’s balm.

And now, when the morning gilds the boughs

Of the vaulted elm at the door of my house,

I open the window and make salute:

“God bless thy branches and feed thy root!

Thou hast lived before, live after me,

Thou ancient, friendly, faithful tree.”