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 And in their falling leaves I see

True lessons for humanity.

elms—as if obedient, bend

Over my roof—their shadows deep,

A canopy of verdure lend,

To curtain me in tranquil sleep;

And visions floating in the air,

Are better than the dreams of care.

to the forest solitudes,

I fly to shield my quiet head,

And the wild masters of the woods,

Behold in me no tyrant;

To me, the fierce and foolish chase,

Is wearying discord and disgrace.

guest of nature, I

Want nor satiety have known,

Mine is a blest sufficiency

And freedom:—what is mine to own,

And to enjoy—enough—no more,

Meat—drink—and life glides calmly o'er.