Meadow and Mountain 



"TIRED OF THE DIN OF ITS OWN DASHINGS" 



These waters are weary, and must drift and dream a 

 little on this pilgrimage to the sea. Tired of the din of its 

 own dashings, it would hush its murmurings and slip away 

 to silence and to sleep. Underneath its flecks of foam it 

 would fold its tired arms to rest while the red-wing blackbird 

 trills his music through the marsh. The meadow-lark, blithe 

 bird of the prairie, will pour his flute-notes on the wind as 

 he swings in joy amid the bluestem on the river's bank. The 

 pussy willow will sift its fragrant bloom at the river's edge 

 in summer time. 



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