The prototype of man art thou
With arms to heaven upward raised
And feet within the earth entwined
The fruit of heaven beads your boughs
And songs immortal in your branches soar
For unlike man you've learned to live
Not in spite of nature but because
Thus in your whispered musing sighs
The gentle music of the years
Not one note lost or insincere
But all with purpose, purposeless

If I should learn from thee to love the land
And yet to heaven turn my gaze
To bear the morning dews with peace
And overlooking every fault
To every creature just the same
Give the shelter of my frame
Then I should be, as God divined
Protector and protected