The Brook

The Brook

Flow on, loved brook, flow on,

Thy ripping song finds voice

In every sigh I breathe unto thy keeping,
In every joy that to my heart comes leaping

Sweet brook, I love they voice,

Sing on, my love, sing on.

Flow on, loved brook, flow on,

Thy soulful dreams find hope

In every prayer I lend unto thy sighing,
In every dread that with my heart is lying;

Sweet brook thou giv'st me hope,

Sing on, my love, sing on.

Flow on, loved brook, flow on,

Thy restful smiles find joy

In every dream I bring unto thy flowing,
In every love that gives to youth [?]owing;

Sweet brook, thou bringst me joy.

Sing on, my love, sing on.

W.H.A. Moore

5:7, p. 2

1891.11.07