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 To yonder oak within the field I spoke without restraint, And with a larger faith appeal'd Than Papist unto Saint.

For oft I talk'd with him apart, And told him of my choice, Until he plagiarised a heart, And answer'd with a voice.

Tho' what he whisper'd under Heaven None else could understand; I found him garrulously given, A babbler in the land.

But since I heard him make reply Is many a weary hour; 'Twere well to question him, and try If yet he keeps the power.