English poem
7. [Maximus.]
Like some fair oak, that when her boughs Are cut by rude hands, thicker grows; And from those wounds the iron made Resumes a rich and fresher shade.
Versos English Henry Vaughan 7. [Maximus.]
Versos English Henry Vaughan 7. [Maximus.]
English poem
Like some fair oak, that when her boughs Are cut by rude hands, thicker grows; And from those wounds the iron made Resumes a rich and fresher shade.