Just red'ning in the Month of May.
As other Trees bear Fruit at Top,
And they who rob 'em must climb up;
This still more rare doth upward shoot,
But at the Bottom bears its Fruit,
And they who'd reap its Virtues strong,
Need but to lay 'em all along,
Ope' wide, their Mouths, and they'll receive
The Fruit of Life, and eat, and live:
Not the fair Tree that India bears,