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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beech Tree's Petition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O leave this barren spot to me!<br>Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!<br>Though bush or floweret never grow<br>My dark unwarming shade below;<br>Nor summer bud perfume the dew<br>Of rosy blush, or yellow hue;<br>Nor fruits of autumn, blossom-born,<br>My green and glossy leaves adorn;<br>Nor murmuring tribes from me derive<br>Th' ambrosial amber of the hive;<br>Yet leave this barren spot to me:<br>Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thrice twenty summers I have seen<br>The sky grow bright, the forest green;<br>And many a wintry wind have stood<br>In bloomless, fruitless solitude,<br>Since childhood in my pleasant bower<br>First spent its sweet and sportive hour;<br>Since youthful lovers in my shade<br>Their vows of truth and rapture made,<br>And on my trunk's surviving frame<br>Carved many a long-forgotten name.<br>Oh! by the sighs of gentle sound,<br>First breathed upon this sacred ground;<br>By all that Love has whispered here,<br>Or Beauty heard with ravished ear;<br>As Love's own altar honor me:<br>Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a></strong></div>