"See yonder blushing vine tree grow, And clasp a dry and wither’d plane, And round its youthful tendril throw A shelter from the wind and rain.That sapless trunk in former time Gave covert from the noontide blaze, And taught the infant shoot to climb, That now the pious debt repays.And thus, kind Powers, a partner give To share in my prosperity; Hang on my strength while yet I live, And do me honour when I die."