Where the sorrowing willows wave;
Let the shag-bark walnut blend its shade
With the elm on the verdant lea—
But let us his to the distant glade,
Where blossoms the Lambert tree.
The maple reeks with a toothsome sap
That flavors the brown buckwheat,
And the oak drops down into earth's green lap,
Her fruit for the swine to eat;
But the Lambert tree has a grander scope