London:—Printed by J. Paul & Co., 2 & 3, Monmouth Court.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said if there’s peace to be found it the world,
A heart that is humble might hope for it here.
CHORUS.
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the woodpecker tapping in the hollow beech tree.
And here in this lone little wood, I exclaim’d,
With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye,
Who would blush when I prais’d her, and weep if I blam’d,
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die.
Every leaf, &c.
London:—Published by Ryle and Paul, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials.
Where an immense number of songs are always ready.
