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Naseboro' held him guilty, / Crowther took his part, / Who lies at the cross-roads, / A stake through his heart.
Spring calls, and the stake answers / Throwing out shoots; / The towns debate what life is this / Sprung from such roots.
Naseboro' says "A Upas Tree"; / "A Rose," says Crowther; / But April's here to declare it / Neither one nor other.
Neither ill nor very fair, / Rose nor Upas, / But an honest oak-tree, / As its parent was.
A green-tufted oak-tree / On the green wold, / Careless as the dead heart / That the roots enfold.