It seemed aspiring for the sky. It seemed aspiring for the sky. Just at the basement of the hill, Just at the basement of the hill, A modest little purling rill A modest little purling rill Shone like a mirror in the sun,— Shone like a mirror in the sun,— Flashing and sparkling as it run. Flashing and sparkling as it run. The lofty oak scarce deigned to look The lofty oak scarce deigned to look Upon the little murm'ring brook,
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