And toss their ample branches wide.
How blithely trails the pendent vine!
The grain-slope lies in green repose;
Through the dark foliage of the pine
And lofty elms the sunshine glows.
Like sentinels in firm array
The trees-of-life their shafts uprear;
Red cones upon the sumach play,
And ancient locusts whisper near.
From wave and meadow, cliff and sky,