And weary him with earnest prayer,
That she at length find refuge there!
Thus, while those “to the manor born,”
Whose infancy and rosy morn
Were fed and shaded by that tree
So grateful to the brave and free,
As copperheads assail it now,
And register a monstrous vow,
Upon its beauty still to frown,
And ply the axe to cut it down;