Nobility- tree grows straight and tall
Yet with sheltering foliage green
Branching out at the top clean,
Into Trust and Goodness for all
With worthy choice and out of season
Buds of essence and virtue embellish,
Shaping into fruits of great relish,
Which nourish the crest -fallen, needing reason
Words distilled and gestures of amity
Form miracles effecting the intrinsic bond
Among all the diverse lot - averse or fond;
And for sure it never needs any whit pity.
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