One tree of all

Crux fidelis, inter omnes arbor una nobilis; nulla talem silva profert flore, fronde, germine. Dulce lignum, dulci clavo dulce pondus sustinens. Flecte ramos, arbor alta, tensa laxa viscera, et rigor lentescat ille, quem dedit nativitas, ut superni membra Regis miti tendas stipite.

Faithful Cross, One tree of all Is true and nobly born— No forest bringeth forth the like In flower, leaf, or fruit: Sweet wood, sweet nails, Sweet burden that you bear. Bend your boughs, tall tree, Relax your sinews taut, Soften but a little now The straightness noble birth bestows, So may you rack the King's own limbs Upon a gentler stock.