Walking Through Trees To Cool My Heat And Pain, I Know That David'S With Me Here Again. All That Is Simple, Happy, Strong, He Is. Caressingly I Stroke Rough Hark Of The Friendly Oak. A Brook Goes Bubbling By: The Voice Is His. Turf Burns With Pleasant Smoke; I Laugh At Chaffinch And At Primroses. All That Is Simple, Happy, Strong, He Is. Over The Whole Wood In A Little While Breaks His Slow Smile.