|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Mulberry Tree (Morus)|
|O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen!|
Bare long after the rest are green;
But as time steals onwards, while none perceives
Slowly she clothes herself with leaves
Hides her fruit under them, hard to find.
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But by and by, when the flowers grow few
And the fruits are dwindling and small to view
Out she comes in her matron grace
With the purple myriads of her race;
Full of plenty from root to crown,
Showering plenty her feet adown.
While far over head hang gorgeously
Large luscious berries of sanguine dye,
For the best grows highest, always highest,
Upon the mulberry-tree.
D. M. MulockThe Mulberry-Tree.