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HERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North, Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth, Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands emboss Each giant limb with fronds of studded moss, Clothing the bark with many a fringed fold Begemm'd with scarlet shields and cups of gold, Which, to the wildest winds their webs oppose, And mock the arrowy sleet, or weltering snows. —But to the warmer West the Woodbine fair With tassels that perfumed the Summer air,