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AS RIVERS OF WATER IN A DRY PLACE, by                    
First Line: Lonely, lonely lay the hill
Last Line: Fresh as god's latest word!
Subject(s): Brooks; Nature; Water; Streams; Creeks


LONELY, lonely lay the hill,
Not a bird was there to sing,
Not a bee was there to drone;
The sky, unbrushed of any wing,
Hung above me like a stone,
And scarce my feet obeyed my will
As heavily I walked alone.

Then, like a tender memory,
Crept up from off the lifeless ground
The low, melodious lovely sound
Of water lapsing secretly.
A little sunken stream I found,
And all the way was sweet to me.

O ancient music earliest heard
Ere tune was born or any bird,
When first above the chaos wild
The brooding spirit breathed and stirred;
O first-born music, undefiled,
Clear as the laughter of a child,
Fresh as God's latest word!





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