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Approach in silence. 'Tis no vulgar tale Which I, the Dryad of this hoary oak, Pronounce to mortal ears. The second age Now hasteneth to ifs period since I rose On this fair lawn. The groves of yonder vale Are all my offspring: and each nymph who guards The copses and the furrowed fields beyond, Obeys me. Many changes have I seen In human things, and many awful deeds Of justice, when the ruling hand of Jove Against the tyrants of the land, against The unhallowed sons of luxury and guile, Was arm'd for retribution. Thus at length Rh