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And saw how beautiful the law of loveCan make the cares and toils of daily life. Still did she love to haunt the springs and brooks,As in her cheerful childhood, and she taughtThe skill to pierce the soil and meet the veinsOf clear cold water winding underneath,And call them forth to daylight. From afarShe bade men bring the rivers on long rowsOf pillared arches to the sultry town,And on the hot air of the summer flingThe spray of dashing fountains. To relieveTheir weary hands, she showed them how to tameThe rushing stream, and make him drive the wheelThat whirls the humming millstone and that wieldsThe ponderous sledge. The waters of the cloud,That drench the hillside in the time of rains,
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