Before thy trunk is rift;
That each may wear upon his brow,
Like thine—an honest mark,
And so retain, as thou dost now,
The pride of “Bagot’s Park.”[98]
[91] Supposed to be more than two centuries old.
[92] In Staffordshire.
[93] Another very large oak, called the “Queen.”
[94] The King.
[95] About twenty-four feet round, as measured by the author (of the poem) and his friend, Mr. E. Emery, of Abbots Bromley.