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There is a Thorn-it looks so old,
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
from vale to vale ;
This Thorn you on your
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
And, close beside this aged Thorn,
beauteous heap, a Hill of moss,
mossy net-work too is there,
Ah me! what lovely tints are there!
Now would you see this aged Thorn,