FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



In stream or lake or pond or sea — 

 Alive, how lovely ! What a grace 

 They show ; though massed, yet moving free 

 As in a happy , headlong race 



Of molten silver melody ; 



While far and near the water s face 



Shines to their coming joyously, 



As the Sun smiles on their gay chase. 



And none dare say, who in the mouth 

 Has ever felt that silver melt, 

 There swims by East, West, North, or South, 

 A sweeter morsel than a smelt. 



