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72 But now thy stem is mute and dark, No more by lady’s reverence cheered; Rent from its trunk, torn from its park, The luckless tree again is reared— (Small sign of honour or of grace!) To mark the parish market-place! Long as St. Idloes’ town shall be A patroness of poesy— Long as its hospitality The bard shall freely entertain, My birch! thy lofty stature shall remain!