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SONG—LONELY STREAM.
When the ice that hangs adorning
Yon grey rocks that o'er thee frown,
Loosened in the blaze of morning,
Gaily glancing, topples down;
While thy brown flood's foaming free,
Lonely stream, I'll come to thee.
Yon grey rocks that o'er thee frown,
Loosened in the blaze of morning,
Gaily glancing, topples down;
While thy brown flood's foaming free,
Lonely stream, I'll come to thee.
When the wintery tempest, fluting
'Mong the beeches, o'er thee blows,
Or, the ivied ash uprooting,
Bridges thee with broken boughs;
In thy boulder nooks to dream,
Then I'll seek thee, lonely stream.
'Mong the beeches, o'er thee blows,
Or, the ivied ash uprooting,
Bridges thee with broken boughs;
In thy boulder nooks to dream,
Then I'll seek thee, lonely stream.
When the coltsfoot flower is thrusting
All aside its way that barred;
When the hawthorn bud is bursting,
When thy banks are primrose-starred,
While thy linnets chant their glee,
Then be sure I'll come to thee.
All aside its way that barred;
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When thy banks are primrose-starred,
While thy linnets chant their glee,
Then be sure I'll come to thee.
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