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1. THERE is a Thorn; it looks so old, In truth you'd find it hard to say, How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two-years' child, It stands erect this aged Thorn; No leaves it has, no thorny points; It is a mass of knotted joints, A wretched thing forlorn. It stands erect, and like a stone With lichens it is overgrown.
II. Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown With lichens to the very top, And hung with heavy tufts of moss, A melancholy crop :
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
All lovely colours there you see,
V. Ah me! what lovely tints are there Of olive-green and scarlet bright! In spikes, in branches, and in stars, Green, red, and pearly white. This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss, Which close beside the Thorn you see, So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, Is like an infant's grave in size, As like as like can be: But never, never any where, An infants grave was half so fair,
VI. Now would you see this aged Thorn, This pond and beauteous hill of moss, You must take care and chuse your time The mountain when to cross.
For oft there sits, between the heap
“ Oh misery! oh misery!
so Oh misery! oh misery!
VIII. “ Now wherefore thus, by day and night, " In raiæ, in tempest, and in snow, “ Thus to the dreary mountain-top " Does this poor woman go?
* And why sits she beside the Thorn “ When the blue day-light's in the sky, ". Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, “ Or frosty air is keen and still, “ And wherefore does she cry?co Oh wherefore? wherefore? tell me why - Does she repeat that doleful cry?"
I cannot tell; Lwish I could;
X. ** But wherefore to the mountain-top “ Can this unhappy woman go, 6. Whatever star is in the skies, " Whatever wind may blow"