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The Brook.
THE BROOK .
BV H . M . KAIHBONt A little brook Avas singing Through the floivery lea , " On , onward must I hasten The silver lake to see . "
The little brook runs merrily , For nothing Avill she stay ; Through stones and pebbles Avinding , She speeds her sparkling Avay . The little brook impatiently Creeps through the bushes green ,
And through the tall reed forests Where the sedge-bird ' s nest is seen . The little brook runs merrily , For nothing doth she stay , Till she comes Avhere the speckled fishes Pursue their noiseless play .
" Stop , little brook , " they call to her , " Nor siveep us on Aviththee ; Flow gently through our shady pool , Beneath the AVLUOAV tree . " And the little brook , all lovingly , Flowed sloivly through the pool
, Where her playful friends , the fishes , Had their homes so deep and cool . Then on again she hasten'd , In cold , in rain , and heat ; Onward ancl onward springing With eager twinkling feet .
Hastening , ever hastening—Untiring , bright and free ; Noiv , little brook , be happy , Thy silver lake , oh see !
Then the little brook leap'd wildly , And down the glen she springs ; O ' er ferns and tangled branches A cloud of spray she flings . It ceased—the Ai'ild siveet music Of the rippling Avaters pass'd Aivay—as , on the lake ' s clear breast , She found her home at last !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Brook.
THE BROOK .
BV H . M . KAIHBONt A little brook Avas singing Through the floivery lea , " On , onward must I hasten The silver lake to see . "
The little brook runs merrily , For nothing Avill she stay ; Through stones and pebbles Avinding , She speeds her sparkling Avay . The little brook impatiently Creeps through the bushes green ,
And through the tall reed forests Where the sedge-bird ' s nest is seen . The little brook runs merrily , For nothing doth she stay , Till she comes Avhere the speckled fishes Pursue their noiseless play .
" Stop , little brook , " they call to her , " Nor siveep us on Aviththee ; Flow gently through our shady pool , Beneath the AVLUOAV tree . " And the little brook , all lovingly , Flowed sloivly through the pool
, Where her playful friends , the fishes , Had their homes so deep and cool . Then on again she hasten'd , In cold , in rain , and heat ; Onward ancl onward springing With eager twinkling feet .
Hastening , ever hastening—Untiring , bright and free ; Noiv , little brook , be happy , Thy silver lake , oh see !
Then the little brook leap'd wildly , And down the glen she springs ; O ' er ferns and tangled branches A cloud of spray she flings . It ceased—the Ai'ild siveet music Of the rippling Avaters pass'd Aivay—as , on the lake ' s clear breast , She found her home at last !