Meadow and Mountain 



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A ribbony river between banks of 

 bloom flows over the floor of this colorful 

 canon. The wimpling waves catch every 

 star that beams in the beautiful blue above. 

 The moonglades fall like flashes of 

 flame across the slowly-flowing flood. Ferns 

 and alder bushes bend over the banks to 

 touch their leafy lips to these cool waters 

 that flow from far away drifts of melting 

 snow. And the river flows away and away 

 to sing its solace to the sobbing sea. 



The beautiful snows have melted away 

 from the brows of the boulders and 

 in cadences call from the musical 

 waters. They sprinkle their spray 

 o'er the face of the flowers, and 

 frolic in foam over forests of ferns, 

 lyrical leaps these snow-waters take from 

 towering cliffs to the lakes in the vale. 

 Like some bowman at bay, the 

 sun shoots his beams-swift arrows 

 of light through the thick-falling 

 flood that breaks it to beauty in 

 flowers of foam and melo- 

 dious spray. In musical 

 thunder great cataracts call 



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