So in the wood I stayed.

A brooding bird and restless young,

Began to chide and fret.

And wonder in bird fashion what

I ever came to get.

A green snake ran across my path

Its eyes were jewel small.

A flying squirrel left a tree,

That seemed ten paces tall.{13}

{13}

I picked a fern that had uncurled

Itself from out the ground.

And O! the wood delighted me,

The way it stood around.

And there were holy moments when

My very soul went still.

And sad I was for folks who took

The road around the hill.

And when I left the sancted place,

My arms were loaded down.

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