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THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: O brook, running down your mossy way
Last Line: "while I travel fields of elm and poplar."


O BROOK, running down your mossy way,
I hear only your voice
And the murmuring fir-trees;
Where are your children?
Where are the magic stones, your children?"
The brook answered me sweetly,
"I left them on the Alp,
In steep fields.
They were trying to hold me back,
To keep me from this shady path of happiness;
But I went onward day by day
Until they got used to seeing me pass.
Now, they stand there in an enchantment
On the mountain-side,
While I travel fields of elm and poplar."





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