"How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair-- No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets the sight."
"The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky."
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Source: Elizabeth Oakes SMITH, John KEESE (of Newburyport, Mass.) (1843). “The Sinless Child, and Other Poems. Edited by J. Keese”, p.66
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