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Tree Old Tree of the Triple Crook	A
And the rope of the Black Election	B
'Tis the faith of the Fool that a race you rule	C
Can never achieve perfection	B
So 'It's O for the time of the new Sublime	D
And the better than human way	E
When the Rat poor beast shall come to his own	F
And the Wolf shall have his day '	G
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For Tree Old Tree of the Triple Beam	H
And the power of provocation	B
You have cockered the Brute with your dreadful fruit	I
Till your fruit is mere stupration	B
And 'It's how should we rise to be pure and wise	J
And how can we choose but fall	K
So long as the Hangman makes us dread	L
And the Noose floats free for all '	-
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So Tree Old Tree of the Triple Coign	B
And the trick there's no recalling	M
They will haggle and hew till they hack you through	N
And at last they lay you sprawling	M
When 'Hey for the hour of the race in flower	O
And the long good bye to sin '	-
And for the lack the fires of Hell gone out	P
Of the fuel to keep them in '	-
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But Tree Old Tree of the Triple Bough	Q
And the ghastly Dreams that tend you	N
Your growth began with the life of Man	B
And only his death can end you	N
They may tug in line at your hempen twine	B
They may flourish with axe and saw	R
But your taproot drinks of the Sacred Springs	S
In the living rock of Law	R
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And Tree Old Tree of the Triple Fork	T
When the spent sun reels and blunders	U
Down a welkin lit with the flare of the Pit	V
As it seethes in spate and thunders	U
Stern on the glare of the tortured air	W
Your lines august shall gloom	X
And your master beam be the last thing whelmed	V
In the ruining roar of Doom	X

William Ernest Henley

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