3.

"I am Tanë the Tree-God.
What will you bring to me?
Fruits of all kinds will I take
So ripe, true fruits they be!
Melting pulp—juicy flake
Sweet kernel or bitter
None are better—none fitter—
All are grateful to me.
But your shell with no lining
Though splendidly shining;
But your husk with a varnish
That nought seems to tarnish—
If any of these I espy,
Empty and hard and dry,
That serve but for clamour and clatter
Or the genuine fruit to belie;
These cheats will I shiver and shatter
And their fragments scornfully scatter,
0 none of them bring to me!

• "Pains and passions—deeds and duties—virtues, vices—gifts and graces
• Have not all, (heir value, uses—in their various fitting places—
• So they be not false pretences, mocking masks for natural faces?-

"There, my sweet one, that is what,
Were I Tanë (which, thank God, I'm not,
Seeing mine's a happier lot)
That is about what I should say,
Had I my own, my wondrous way."