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Fair Tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me To thy cool shadows, and to thee. When thou to Birds dost shelter give, Thou music dost from them receive; If Travellers beneath thee stay, Till storms have worn themselves away, That time in praising thee they spend, And thy protecting power commend: The Shepherd here, from scorching freed, Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed, Whilst his lov'd Nymph, in thanks, bestows Her flow'ery chaplet on thy boughs. Shall I then only silent be, Rh