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 10 And I said if there's peace to be found in the wood, A heart that is humble might hope for it here. Every leaf was at rest and I heard not a sound, But the wood-pecker tapping the hollow beech tree. And here in this lone little wood, I ex- claim'd, With a maid who was lovely to soul, and Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die. Every leaf, &c. By the shade of yon sumach whose red-berry dips, By the side of yon fountain how sweet to recline, And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips; That ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but mine. Every leaf, &c.