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Flow down,
cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for
ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A
rivulet then a river;
No where by thee my steps shall
be,
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh
thine alder tree,
And here thine aspen shiver;
And
here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand
moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
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