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Even yet, an ancient Tyanaean shows
A spreading oak, that near a linden grows;
The neighborhood confirm the prodigy,
Grave men, not vain of tongue, or like to lie.
I saw myself the garlands on their boughs,
And tablets hung for gifts of granted vows;
And offering fresher up, with pious prayer,
'The good,' said I, are God's peculiar care,
And such as honor Heaven, shall heavenly honor share.'"
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