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SPRINGING from earth as lightly 
 As forest creatures play; 
 Sedate as old friends musing 
 
 The things they need not say; 
 With dignity, with jaunty grace, 
 
 With grave or canny mien — 
 With individuality. 
 They wear their sober green. 
 
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Not noble in the fashion 
 
 Of elm and oak or pine, 
 But a comely clan, these cedars, 
 
 Of long and honored line; 
 And whether clumped in companies 
 
 Or faring forth alone, 
 Social or solitary, 
 
 They Ve character of their own. 
 
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Freakish, you say? Well, maybe; 
 
 And maybe brave and true — 
 Reaching for some ideal. 
 
 Striving and missing too, 
 And on and on pursuing, 
 
 While endlessly they toil 
 Deep down, with wiry fingers. 
 
 Binding the shifty soil. 
 
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Some testify of conflict 
 
 With foes that blight and blast; 
 Still fighting for a future 
 
 While frank about their past, 
 Tell too of life tenacious, 
 
 Undaunted seem to say — 
 Environment may hammer, 
 
 Good heart will have his day. 
 
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Stanch old sea-captains some are, 
 
 Sun- wizened, tempest-scarred; 
 Some are the laddies drilling. 
 
 In rank or file, on guard; 
 Some might be village magnates. 
 
 So prosperously they stand; 
 And some are we plain farmers. 
 
 Knowing who owns the land. 
 
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Some draw like spires toward heaven, 
 
 Some broaden toward their kind, 
 Some of the earth are earthy; 
 
 Now and again you '11 find 
 Halves all askew, mismated. 
 
 Yet somehow and of course 
 Growing along together. 
 
 Undreaming of divorce. 
 
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The stalwart, tranquil cedars; 
 
 The younglings smart and slim; 
 The groups and pairs of sisters, 
 
 Symmetrical and trim; 
 The rough-and-tumble urchins, 
 
 Careless of tousled hair; 
 The midgets sitting straight up 
 
 In the grass here and there — 
 
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 'T is with a sort of kinship 
 
 I love them every one. 
 How fine the breath of cedar trees 
 
 When basking in the sun! € 
 
 How friendly is their shelter 
 
 From northeasters austere! 
 The robins need no telling. 
 
 All winter some stay here. 
 
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My forefathers are buried 
 
 Under this island sod; 
 One built on that neck yonder 
 
 In sixteen-sixty-odd; 
 No one knows where his grave is; 
 
 It were not strange, maybe, 
 Should his earthly substance live to-day 
 
 In some sturdy cedar tree. 
 
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Along this shore are cedars 
 That all the sailors know; 
 
 And some are ancient landmarks 
 Recorded long ago; 
 
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When these old trees were saplings 
 
 Great Liberty was young; 
 They caught the smoke of battle 
 
 And thrilled when peace bells rung. 
 
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Our cedars have grand kinsfolk 
 
 Age-old and far away 
 In Oregon, on Lebanon, 
 
 (You Ve seen them, do you say?) 
 
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Giants and kings that tower 
 
 And dwell in majesty; 
 My neighbor cedars speak of them 
 
 And of more yet, to me. 
 
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