"Brook and Wind, Though They Flow
A Thousand Years,
Age They Can Never Know.
Love, If It Lived At All,
Is Young As They,
Young As The Brooks That Brawl,
The Livelong Day,
Young As The Winds That Call
The Blooms Of May.
Bright With Delights And Dreams,
Like Jewels Strung;
Still To Be Sung." - Louise Morgan Sill
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