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Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, / I know that David's with me here again. / All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. / Caressingly I stroke / Rough hark of the friendly oak. / A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. / Turf burns with pleasant smoke; / I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. / All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. / Over the whole wood in a little while / Breaks his slow smile.