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The Brook

The Brook image
Parent Issue
Day
27
Month
July
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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I looked in tbe brook and saw a face. Heigu-ho, but a child was II There were rushes and wülows in that place. And they clutched at the brook as thé broolt ran by. And tli e brook it ran its own sweet way. As a child doth run in heedless play. And as it ran I heard it say: "Haaten with me To the roistering sea That is wroth with the flarne of the niorn ing skyl" I look in the brook and see a face. Heigh-ho, but the years go by! The rushes are dead in the oíd time place, And the willows I knew when a child was I. And the brook it seemeth to me to say. As ever it stealeth on its way, Solemnly now aud not in play: "Oh, come with me To the slumbrous sea That is gray with the peace of the eveninjf sky!" Heigh-ho, but the years go by, I would to God that a child were I!

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News