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And through that valley winds a little stream like a pleasant thought, ’mid the gray rocks, and the purple heath; its banks are the only green things, as if the spring loved them for the sake of seeing her face mirrored in the clear stream. Some alders grow beside, and a profusion of wild flowers; also there is good sport for the angler.

ISE up, rise up, the cheerful sun Has his golden race begun; Though low from your cottage eaves, Hang the thick vine’s clustering leaves, Many a sunbeam has found way, Shining messengers of day: What can be the dream, whose power Keeps you at so late an hour?

All the trouble has been mine, Ready is your rod and line,