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WOOD WALK AND HYMN.
Move along these shades
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand
Touch—for there is a spirit in the woods.
Wordsworth.
FATHER—CHILD.
Child. There are the aspens, with their silvery leaves
Trembling, for ever trembling! though the lime
And chesnut boughs, and those long arching sprays
Of eglantine, hang still, as if the wood
Were all one picture!
