Love
The Little Tree
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
Love
Dryads! smile sweetly on the tree I planted;
Call forth its blossoms—shelter it from tempests;
I have that tree to Sympathy devoted;
Smile on the tribute.
Smile, ye good angels ! Fling your deeds of virtue
On the uncovered bosom of misfortune;
Fling your soft arms of charity around it;
To your breast press it.
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MLA
Buczy, Emil. “The Little Tree.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/buczy/2/.
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Buczy, Emil. “The Little Tree.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/buczy/2/.
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