  Illustrated A 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." three women in boat picking waterlilies 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." decoration |
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