LITTLE STREAMS. 
Through the forest dim and wide; 
Through the hamlet still and small; 
By the cottage; by the hall; 
By the ruined abbey still; 
Turning, here and there, a mill; 
Bearing tribute to the river; 
Little streams, I love you ever! 
Summer music is their flowing; 
Flowering plants in them are growing ; 
Happy life is in them all, 
Creatures innocent and small; 
