"The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, 



Because my feet find measure with its call ; 

 The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, 



For I am known to them, both great and small. 

 The flower that on the lonely hillside grows 



Expects me there when spring its bloom has given ; 

 And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows, 



And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven." 



Very. 



