(at TIPTaEE.) 
 
 ^<T/ie Sea — the Sea — the open SeaV* 
 
 THE Tree — the Tree — the Beacon Tree ! 
 
 The green — the tall — the dear to me; 
 
 Without a peer, — on its high ground, 
 
 It giiideth the “tar’s” rough course around: 
 
 It spmts with the clouds— >it braves the blast, 
 
 And, like a mountain, still stands fast. 
 
 I’m up the Tree — Em up the Tree! 
 
 I am where I would often be; 
 
 With the bine above, and the view below. 
 
 And beauties wheree’er the eve doth gol— 
 
 If a storm come on, and its branches sweep, 
 
 No matter,— I can crouch and peep! 
 
 I love — 0 1 how I love to stride 
 Up our famed Elm, in summer tide ! 
 
 When no mad passions importune, 
 
 Or tempests mar delightful June; 
 
 And tell how goeth the scene around, 
 
 And why proud plenty will abound. 
 
 I never was on the sod below 
 
 But I long’d again up its trunk to go; 
 
 And up F sped to its leafy vest, 
 
 Like the thief that seeketh a miser’s chest: 
 
 And a glory it was and is to me, 
 
 For I’ve such joys up the Beacon Tree ! 
 
 The day was fair, and from mists free. 
 
 At the time when first I saw this Tree; 
 
 The sun it glisten’d— the landscape glow’d. 
 
 And the homesteads snug their white walls show'd: 
 And never was heard such a concert sweet. 
 
 As from the woodlands my ears did greet. 
 
 I have roam’d since then both far and wide. 
 
 To many a spot, eome people’s pride; 
 
 With power to charm and room to range. 
 
 But never for these have wish’d to change;— 
 
 And Fate, whenever she comes for me. 
 
 Must come near to Tiptree’s Beacon Tree! 
 
 C. C. 
 
 AUTHOR OF “THE TRIP TO TIPTREE /' Sic. 
 
 TIPTREE HEATH 1843.