f^ AY crested tenant of the deep wild woods, 

 ^^ Oft have I heard thee wake these solitudes 

 Where quiet loves to dwell, ivith lightning stroke, 

 Holding tvith clinging claw to elm, or oak. 

 Until the echoes of thy sturdy wJiacks 

 Gave back a sound, like to the tcoodmans axe. 

 While thou didst drive thy beak, with point like steel. 

 Deep in the wood to find thy morning meal. 



