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THE STREAM SIDE
I sat a little while beside
A greystoned rock, the rugged brow
Of our clear pool, where waters glide
By leaning tree and hanging bough;
In fall, when open air was cool,
And skimming swallows left the pool,
And glades in long-cast shades did lie
Below the yet clear sky.
A greystoned rock, the rugged brow
Of our clear pool, where waters glide
By leaning tree and hanging bough;
In fall, when open air was cool,
And skimming swallows left the pool,
And glades in long-cast shades did lie
Below the yet clear sky.
The leaves that through the spring were gay,
Were now by hasty winds that shook
Them wither'd off their quiv'ring spray,
All borne away along the brook,
Without a day of rest around
Their mother tree, on quiet ground.
But cast away on blast and wave,
To lie in some chance grave.
Were now by hasty winds that shook
Them wither'd off their quiv'ring spray,
All borne away along the brook,
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Their mother tree, on quiet ground.
But cast away on blast and wave,
To lie in some chance grave.
When sickness smote poor Mary low,
And sent her off her life's old ground,
To poor-house, day by day might show
Her bread, but not her friends around;
She never fell to lie at rest,
At this old place, she liked the best,
But went as leaves off-sent by waves,
To lie in distant graves.
And sent her off her life's old ground,
To poor-house, day by day might show
Her bread, but not her friends around;
She never fell to lie at rest,
At this old place, she liked the best,
But went as leaves off-sent by waves,
To lie in distant graves.
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