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 1	THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT 

  	Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand, — 
 3	Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand, — 
  	Nature divine, in harmony profound,
  	With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. 

 6	And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place
  	Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace, — 
  	And from thy lofty summit, pouring down
 9	Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown? 

  	Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel,
  	To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;
12	A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me
  	To love the Hebrew figure of a tree. 

  	Faithful and patient be my life as thine;
15	As strong to wrestle with the storms of time;
  	As deeply rooted in a soil of love;
  	As grandly rising to the heavens above.