The Fallen and Cut Down

Why liest there oh fallen tree

cut down by winds contrar'

whose elevation rose thee high

above the middling ware

Thou once was great thus baying tree

with trunk that all remains

now cut from height and fallen low

lie still in downward frame

Whose shade no longer thus provides

for once those perched beneath

who heard of thee and learned thy words

that made their lives complete

Thy noble tides pontificate

for all inclined to hear

thine office held both broad and wide

by those whom thou endear

Creator gave thy strength to thee

thy wisdom and thy truth

and raised thee to thy sacred peak

where trust became thy root

But thou didst stray from sacred ways

that taught thee from youth age

thy pride and dabbling in thy sin

hast cast thee from thy stage

And now thy vast authority

o'er office held above

twas stripped of thee thy stature past

and banished from thy love

And all be there to mark thy place

a stump left to remind

thy prime regard that once enjoyed

shall never more be thine