. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . iG ^T —^ 38 THE MILL-STREAM. The wild Mill-stream it leapetliIn merriment away, And keeps the miller and his sonRight busy all the day ! Into the mad Mill-stream The mountain-roses fall;And fern and adders-tongue Grow on the old mill tarn is on the upland moor, Where not a leaf doth grow ;And through the mountain-gashesThe merry Mill-stream dashes Down to the sea , in the quiet hollows, The red trout groweth prime,And the miller and the millers son They angle when theyve time. Then fair befall the streamThat turns the m


. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . iG ^T —^ 38 THE MILL-STREAM. The wild Mill-stream it leapetliIn merriment away, And keeps the miller and his sonRight busy all the day ! Into the mad Mill-stream The mountain-roses fall;And fern and adders-tongue Grow on the old mill tarn is on the upland moor, Where not a leaf doth grow ;And through the mountain-gashesThe merry Mill-stream dashes Down to the sea , in the quiet hollows, The red trout groweth prime,And the miller and the millers son They angle when theyve time. Then fair befall the streamThat turns the mountain-mill; And fair befall the narrow roadThat windeth up the hill ! THE MILL-STREAM. 39 And good luck to the countryman,And to his old gray mare, That upward toileth steadily, With meal-sacks laden heavily,In storm as well as fair ! And good kick to the to the millers son ; And ever may the mill-wheel turnWhile mountain-waters run ! ^-l>i^^^-^i^-. 5^.,..,. V-. .-h^


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