SEZqTIMENTAL SON I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. I ?r?v?w by the smoke that so gracefuliy curI'd Above the green elms, that a coltage was near; And I hid, if there's peace to be found in the world, The heart that wa? bumble might hope for it here. 'Twas noon, a?l on flowers that !anguish'd around, In silence repos'd the voluptuous bee; Ev'ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound, But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree. And here in this lone little wood, l exclaim'd, With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep when I blam'd, How bless'd could I live, and how calm could I die.* By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dipel In the gmh of' the fOuntain, how sweet to recline, And to know that I sighed upon innocent !ii? , Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine. COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. COMZ rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer l- Though the herd have flown from thee, thy home is still Here; Here still is a smile that no cloud can o'ereast, And the heart and the hand all thy ewn to the last. 0,?,?,?Google
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