Hallowed Ground.
Oh leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree![516:1]
The Beech-Tree's Petition.
Footnotes
[512:3] See John Webster, page [181].
The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but seen near at hand they are rough.—Diogenes Laertius: Pyrrho, ix.
At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.