Curse and Blessing

Accursed the earth where once

Grew into strength the tree,
Of which the timber gave

A cradle for poor me!
Accursed be, too, the hand

Which planted it, I say;
Accursed also the nursing

Dewdrops, the rain and ray.

But blessed be the earth where grows

•The tree in woodland shade,
Of which my coffin will,

In course of time, be made.
And blessed be, too, the hand

Which planted it; and blessed
Also the rain and ray

Which it with life invest.