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 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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