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54 The WATERFALL and the EGLANTINE.

"Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,

Exclaim'd a thundering Voice,

Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self

Between me and my choice!

A falling Water swoln with snows

Thus spake to a poor Briar-rose,

That all bespatter'd with his foam,

And dancing high, and dancing low,

Was living, as a child might know,

In an unhappy home.