Their honor'd leaves the green oaks rear'd,
And crown'd the uplands graceful swell,
While answering thro' the vale was heard,
Each distant heifers tinkling bell.
Genius of the forest shades.
Sweet from the heights of thy domain,
When the grey evening shadow fades,
To view the country's golden grain;
To view the gleaming village spire,
'Midst distant groves unknown to me,
Groves that, grown bright in borrow'd fire.
Bow o'er the peopled vales to thee!
Where was thy Elfin train that play.
Round Wake's huge Oak their fav'rite tree.