As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment)
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As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the floodFeeds its deep roots, and with the bulging flankOf its wide base controls the fronting bank,(By the slant current's pressure scoop'd awayThe fronting bank becomes a foam-piled bay)High in the Fork the uncouth Idol knitsHis channel'd Brows; low murmurs stir by fitsAnd dark below the horrid Faquir sits;An Horror from its broad Head's branchy wreathBroods o'er the rude Idolatry beneath--
