“And Needwood ring with Vernon’s name.”

He ceas’d, and shook his hoary brow:

Glad murmurs fill the vale below,

The deer in gambols bound along,

The plighted birds resume their song.

Thrice-venerable Druid, hail!

O may thy sacred words prevail,

May Needwood’s oaks successive stand

The lasting wonder of the land!—

And may some powerful bard arise,