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There is a Thorn-it looks so old,
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
This Thorn you on your
espy ; And to the left, three yards beyond, You see a little muddy Pond Of water never dry; I've measured it from side to side : 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
And, close beside this aged Thorn,