The Brook And The Wave


    The brooklet came from the mountain,
        As sang the bard of old,
    Running with feet of silver
        Over the sands of gold!

    Far away in the briny ocean
        There rolled a turbulent wave,
    Now singing along the sea-beach,
        Now howling along the cave.

    And the brooklet has found the billow
        Though they flowed so far apart,
    And has filled with its freshness and sweetness
        That turbulent bitter heart!


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