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Rufus’s Tree

O'er the New Forest's heath-hills bare,
Down steep ravine, by shaggy wood,
A pilgrim wandered; questing where
The relic-tree of Rufus stood.
Whence, in our England's day of old,
Rushing on retribution's wing,
The arrow—so tradition told—
Glanced to the heart of tyrant-king.
Some monument he found, which spoke
What erst had happen'd on the spot;
But, for that old avenging oak,
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