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A brook flashed from a rugged height,

Merrily, merrily glancing;

The songs of the summer light

Kept time to the tune of its dancing.

Fond eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

Reading fate in its waters;

"Darling, the song of the brook is for you,

Fairest of earth's dear daughters."

Bright eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly, —

"The world is fair! the world is fair!"

"And I love, I love you dearly."

Autumn leaves, like a fairy fleet,

Swept down towards the river;

The false wind moaned through the dreary sleet,

"The flowers are dead forever!"

Sad eyes looked down on the shadowed stream,

Reading fate in its measure:

"For me your song, for my withered life,

Pain in the mask of pleasure."

Sad eyes looked on the shadowed stream,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly, —

"The world is sad! the world is sad!"

"Oh! I loved, I loved him dearly."

A flush, a glow on the winter skies,

Earth smiles in her happy dreaming;

Whispers the wind, "Arise! arise!

The dawn of spring is beaming."

Calm eyes look down on the sunny brook,

With a smile that has conquered sadness —

"Your song is for me in this sweet spring-time,

In heaven is perfect gladness."

Calm eyes look on its dewy sheen,

And the songs of their lives ring gayly, —

"The spring is here! the spring is here!"

"I find strength for my burden daily."