A bar of song . THE BROOK I met tlie brook in lonesome valley, Sinoiiig- its way tlii-ongli the snn-lit meadcnys, Ey(M-y ri])ple a spray of silver And each carrying- its W{dcome burden of May it tarried in the eddies forget-me-nots bent downTo kiss and caress the cooling surface. The brook Inirricd down, down, downThrough the green vale of the woods,Then out aci-oss the corn-gnarded tall grasses waved above its bos(nnAnd smiled a Summers welcomeTo every ])assing ri]»]>le. 42. The meadow seemed to calm the eager soulOf the restless brook, for it slowed a littleUn
A bar of song . THE BROOK I met tlie brook in lonesome valley, Sinoiiig- its way tlii-ongli the snn-lit meadcnys, Ey(M-y ri])ple a spray of silver And each carrying- its W{dcome burden of May it tarried in the eddies forget-me-nots bent downTo kiss and caress the cooling surface. The brook Inirricd down, down, downThrough the green vale of the woods,Then out aci-oss the corn-gnarded tall grasses waved above its bos(nnAnd smiled a Summers welcomeTo every ])assing ri]»]>le. 42. The meadow seemed to calm the eager soulOf the restless brook, for it slowed a littleUnder the alders and the willow trees,As if to rest and the wood, it hurried away of my pleading to linger for a whileIn the welcome shade of the maple and birch trees. The sea is waiting for me, the greatOpen, majestic and mighty sea, the brook long to be a part of it—to merge myselfInto yon waiting ocean, even to l)e moreThan a nameless brook in the highlands. 43
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