178 BROOK-LIME. 



What though its early freshness has been wasted 

 On many a way-side herb and lowly flower ? 



It floweth on, and one beloved hath tasted 

 Its cooling wave in many a weary hour. 



Full well I know that silently it wendeth, 

 In seeming idlesse, to oblivion's sea, . 



And yet to daily life its presence lendeth 

 A beauty and a bliss enough for me. 



