Kentish Lyrics; Sacred, Rural, And Miscellaneous

Paperback | May 9, 2012

byBenjamin Gough

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ...a lesson to learn, Like me, in life's closing hours. And the sunset glory still may flash Among the leaves of this mountain ash. SONG OF A RIVULET. AM a little rivulet, And come dancing down the hill, Through wooded fell and stony dell, And always with good-will. My home is on the mountain side, From a mossy bank I flow, 'Midst root and bush I brightly gush, And sing where'er I go. Somewhile my course is hidden Beneath the tangled grass, So I wind and turn amongst the fern, And merrily onward pass. Warily creeping, or boldly leaping Down the falls in a cascade, Through stately trees, where the soft breeze Sleeps in the brushwood shade. In winter I'm not frozen, And in summer never dry; I'm always moving, ever loving, Kissing all that I pass by; The monarch oaks I cherish, I beget the daisy's bloom; Wild roses wreathe, and violets breathe On me their rich perfume. And then in the fair spring-time, When all around is still, And the pale moon at midnight's noon Shines calmly o'er the hill, The nightingales, in concert, Join the little rivulet's lay, Chanting all night, in pure delight, Until the break of day. In gloomy hours or sunshine, Ever by day and night, In cold or heat, my step is fleet, I work with all my might. Running on, running ever, Clear, beautiful, and rife, I only live to love and give A rivulet of life. I am a little rivulet, And my home is in the wood, But I joy to flow, and as I go To sing, and to do good. My stream is clear as crystal, And I feed the brook below, And flocks and herds and beasts and birds The little rivulet know. I am a little rivulet, But many centuries old; Thousands of years, in joys and tears, O'er me, like waves, have rolled. A rivulet among the hills, God made me thus to flow, And sound His praise, in humble lays, And ...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ...a lesson to learn, Like me, in life's closing hours. And the sunset glory still may flash Among the leaves of this mountain ash....

Format:PaperbackDimensions:44 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.09 inPublished:May 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217781543

ISBN - 13:9780217781541

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