" It is a quiet glen, as you may see, 

 Shut in from all intrusion by the trees 



That spread their giant branches, broad and free, 

 The silent growth of many centuries ; 



And makes a hallowed time for hapless moods, 



A Sabbath of the woods. 

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" And still the waters trickling at my feet 



Wind on their way with gentlest melody, 

 Yielding sweet music, which the leaves repeat 



Above them to the gay breeze gliding by ; 

 Yet not so rudely as to send one sound 

 Through the thick copse around." SIMMS. 



