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Ae i i pe Te ey ee ee ee a a re 
LITTLE STREAMS. 
Little birds come down to drink 
Fearless on their leafy brink ; 
Noble trees beside them grow, 
Glooming them with branches low, 
And between, the sunshine glancing, 
In their little waves is dancing. 
Little streams have flowers a many, 
Beautiful and fair as any; 
Typha strong, and green bur-reed ; 
Willow-herb with cotton-seed ; 
Arrow-head with eye of jet, 
And the water-violet ; 
There the flowering rush you meet, 
And the plumy meadow-sweet ; 
And in places deep and stilly, 
Marble-like, the water-Lly. 
Little streams, their voices cheery 
Sound forth welcomes to the weary, 
Flowing on from day to day 
Without stint and without stay. 
Here, upon their flowery bank, 
In the old-times Pilgrims drank ; 
