Classic Poem

Bring away this Sacred Tree,
The Tree of Grace and Bountie,
Set it in Bel-Annas eye,
For she, she, only she
Can all Knotted spels unty.
Pull'd from the Stocke, let her blest Hands convay
To any suppliant Hand, a bough,
And let that Hand advance it now
Against a Charme, that Charme shall fade away.
Toward the end of this Song the three destinies set the Tree of Golde before the Queene .

CHORUS.

Since Knightly valour rescues Dames distressed,
By Vertuous Dames let charm'd Knights be released.