|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|A lonely fir-tree is standing|
On a northern barren height;
It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift
Cast round it a garment of white.
HeineBook of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 34.
|I remember, I remember|
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky.
HoodI Remember, I Remember.
|In a drear-nighted December,|
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches neer remember
Their green felicity.
|Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,|
And sends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might supply the sun.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. X. L. 1,076.