SPRING WATERS 



IT is greening time again. The 

 cycle of the seasons has passed. One 

 year ago a thunderstorm announced 

 the advent of spring, and now the 

 same thing has happened again. The 

 rain of yesterday washed all the rust 

 from the hills, and the color that glad- 

 dens the heart is to be seen every- 

 where. 



How many little streams there are, 

 flowing down to form the Larger 

 Water! Each is unknown to the 

 others, till now and then two or three 

 grow friendly, and flow on together 

 chattering gaily in the sunlight. 

 Streams do not refuse company; still 

 they are very content to go on by 

 themselves, each cleaning up its por- 



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