And thy firm roots in vain the whirlwinds shake,
Yet must thou fall,—thy withering glories sunk,
Arm after arm shall leave the mould’ring trunk!
But Mundy’s verse shall consecrate thy name,
And rising forests envy Swilcar’s fame:
Green shall thy gems expand, thy branches play,
And bloom for ever in the immortal lay.
E. D.
A
RURAL CORONATION,
Inscribed to Mr. MUNDY,
On reading his Poem
ON
NEEDWOOD FOREST.
Haste from your dells, your woods, and lawns,