Bonaparte's farewell/The woodpecker

THE WOODPECKER.

I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d
⁠over yonder green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said if there’s peace to be found in the world,
⁠the heart that is humble might hope for it here.

Every leaf was at rest and I heard not a sound,
But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.

And here, in this lone little wood, I exclaim’d,
⁠with a maid that’s delightful to soul and to eye;
Who would blush when I prais’d her, would weep if I blam’d,
⁠how contented I’d live, and how calm could I die.
Every leaf was at rest, &c.

By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berries dip
⁠in the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh’d upon innocent lips,
⁠which never were sigh’d on by any but mine.
Every leaf was at rest, &c.