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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lure of Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I honour all trees well; but, best of all,<br>I love those scarred old veterans, proud and tall,<br>Gazing from eminences, kingly wise,<br>Across great sweeps of changing earth and skies;<br>Gazing with seeming scorn upon the race<br>Of midgets who despoil this forest place <br>The restless race of men who, with edged tools,<br>With fire, have come to serve the end of fools.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well these patricians know their own high worth;<br>Well know their task in serving Mother Earth:<br>Beckoning rain-clouds sailing overhead<br>That earth may drink and living things be fed,<br>Clutching with myriad roots the precious soil<br>The sun or sudden flood else would despoil,<br>Bending to tempests, spreading to the sky,<br>Remote, untamed, unconquered till they die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know them in the rose light of the dawn,<br>Sharp-etched upon the hill-tops, boldly drawn<br>Against the light. I know them at high noon,<br>Their gleaming arms held up, as for the boon<br>Of life they offer thanks; know them at night<br>When, out against the moon's enriching light,<br>Some bold phalanger launches from their tops<br>And, like a falling leaf, swings down and drops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still come stupid men with axe and fire<br>Scattering death to serve some brief desire.<br>'More than our lives are forfeit,' says the tree,<br> 'For as we go, so man's prosperity<br>Goes with us, till this once green, gracious hill<br>Shall thirst in vain, when you have wrought your fill.'<br>I love, I honour all those forest kings;<br> They are such wise, such proudly scornful things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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I love those scarred old veterans, proud and tall,
Gazing from eminences, kingly wise,
Across great sweeps of changing earth and skies;
Gazing with seeming scorn upon the race
Of midgets who despoil this ..."></div>
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