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I rest me deep within the wood, / Drawn by its silent call, / Far from the throbbing crowd of men / On nature's breast I fall.
My couch is sweet with blossoms fair, / A bed of fragrant dreams, / And soft upon my ear there falls / The lullaby of streams.
The tumult of my heart is stilled, / Within this sheltered spot, / Deep in the bosom of the wood, / Forgetting, and -- forgot!