Classic Poem

To oldest age the Olive yields its wealth
In streams of oil; the oldest gives the most
And gives the best; tree of a thousand years,
Ragged and gnaried, none worthier than thou
To close the entrance of the Holy Fane;
The worshiper who bowed adoring, read
The lessons of the Olive ;—secret grace
That gives divinely; and unstinted grace
That knows no scant of flow; and that best grace
That flows still faster, richer to the end.