Peter John Allan

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Hark! far amid the forest,
I hear the sharp axe ringing,
To earth the lordly hemlock(1)
Or stately pine-tree bringing.

'Tis thus, O ancient forest,
Thy giant sons are smitten,
To rise again in glory,
The battle ships of Britain.

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