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251 VII.

THE

WATERFALL

AND

THE EGLANTINE.

, thou fond presumptuous Elf,"

Exclaimed 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 bespattered with his foam,

And dancing high, and dancing low,

Was living, as a child might know,

In an unhappy home.