Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, br I know that David’s with me here again. br All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. br Caressingly I stroke br Rough bark of the friendly oak. br A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. br Turf burns with pleasant smoke; br I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. br All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. br Over the whole wood in a little while br Breaks his slow smile.