35. I have seen the wicked in great power. The man
was terrible to others, ruling with much authority. And spreading himselflike a green bay tree. Adding house to house and field to field, rising
higher and higher in the state. He seemed to be ever verdant like a laurel; he
grew as a tree in its own native soil, from which it had never been
transplanted. No particular tree is here meant; its roots are in the clay, its
honors are fading leaves, and though its shadow dwarfs the plants which pine
beneath it, yet it is itself a dying thing. In the noble tree which claims to
be king of the forest, behold the grandeur of the ungodly today; wait awhile
and wonder at the change, as the timber is carried away and the very root torn
from the ground.
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