Alone on the slope of the #Mountain, it grew,
& bathed its light tresses in #Glittering #Dew
The #Bird on its boughs lingered loving & long,
And the #Stream at its feet ever murmured in #Song
It toyed with the #Winds, it was #Happy & #Free;
Oh! the #Silvery #Birch was a flourishing #Tree.

-Charles #Mackay

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