The Oak (2) The monarch of the Forest fell His dying groan resounded thru the wood And lo? as if some sudden spell Had [] their strong hearts, his brethren stood Shaking in every limb with freezing blood. (1) A thousand summers had a mighty Oak with head erect defied the lightning & stroke A thousand winters did his giant form Bent its firm strength against the raging storm And lires Balt, & winters Gale had shown His [] crest, but He was tempest-born And like some [warrior] high-unown in war He towered aloft rejoicing in each scar. 3 Cold heavy darkness spread around A sombre cloud obscured the face of day And then in saddened & solemn sound Borne on the wailing wind spread this [log]. A dull & deathly song moaning itself away. 4 The Forest-being hath gone to his lost nest His ashes on the [] wind are cast Just end, the greatest [treasure], wisest, best The Monarch and the [] must meet at last Death marketh no degree - he striketh all The string & [works] beneath his scythe must fall And he that fills the layest place on earth Soon from the living mind shall pop away For in the tomb there is no second birth In that dull channel-house, no great [] may. 5 No more when war in dread array shall come, Amid the storm land thunder pumped soon And Hurrcone, war slew in noise & foam Swift ranking oer the land shall finaly form a bring torrent from his nostrils and shall for with foame floating oer his head and shant upon the crashing battle head and glance that speaks his proud uncompied In show to the world that he hath never feared while deadliest terror might around him fall. 6 No more when peace sits on some western land that floats with silken wings and seas offer while [Zephyr] sings now faint now sweaty land a not more saint then funbles lyre eir hear shall the sheath forth his brawny arms to see the pale wild flowers that grace the velvet [sevae?] nor shall the Breases as they pay along [twisting] the [sound] Getty [aflicy] from his heavy head Enrich the [?] to pipe their wining song. For once they sing the requiem of the dead