Brought from afar but with no studied choice, And roughly carted, as thou camest to hand, By the rude peasant, - how we all rejoice To see thee grown so beautiful and grand! In thy old site thou mightst have still been poor And meagre - or, at best, the summer breeze Had set thee floating on the lonely moor, No human hearts to teach, no eyes to please: Kind Heaven foreknew the boon we all received; For us, the moral of thy drooping boughs - And, for thyself, how different is thy lot! From the bare heath, skirted by distant ploughs, To all this dear home-honour thou has got; Thou good man's model, lowly though full-leaved! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES A VIGNETTE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TRUCE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CITY SMOKE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |