The waterfall (John Liptrot Hatton)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-09-14). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 99 kB Copyright: CPDL
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1 In summer, calmly gliding down,
By lazy brooklets fed;
With misty clouds of silver spray
Along its rocky bed.
Rippling, it falls into the pool,
Again, it steals along,
With murmurs seeming scarce to drown
The wood-bird's joyous song.
2 But winter comes with storm and rain,
And silent is the glade;
A roaring torrent fills the place,
Where late the ripples played.
Methought the scene a lesson bore,
And thus my musing ran:
The summer brook is childhood's dream,
Its flood, the life of man.