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THE WIND AND STREAM.

A brook came stealing from the ground; You scarcely saw its silvery gleamAmong the herbs that hung around The borders of that winding stream,The pretty stream, the placid stream,The softly gliding, bashful stream.
A breeze came wandering from the sky, Light as the whispers of a dream;He put the o'erhanging grasses by, And softly stooped to kiss the stream,The pretty stream, the flattered stream,The shy, yet unreluctant stream.
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