To a Mountain Brook

Beauty and health do companion thee, friend,
Boons evanescent and rare;
Daytime and night-tide in loveliness bend
Over thy flight that is fair.

Rarer boon still: It is given to thee—
Far from the fret that is mine—
To hark thine own music, and know it to be
Born of an impulse divine.
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