Of Brooks

No Wanderer of Wood or Mountainside
Was ever lost who kept a Brook as Guide.

Active minds that think and study,
Like Swift Brooks are seldom Muddy.

T HE Brook though changing Water, Bed, and Course,
Is still That Brook; it cannot change its Source.

U NVEXED by Dust or Jar of Wheels or Hooves,
A River is a Silver Road that moves.

A BROOK will guide you up the Wildest Glen;
The Friendly Brook will lead you Home again.
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