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"But these bright scenes are o'er, And darkly flows my wave; I hear the ocean's roar   And there must be my grave!" BUT THESE BRIGHT SCENES ARE O'ER AND DARKLY FLOWS MY WAVE I HEAR THE OCEANS ROAR AND THERE MUST BE MY GRAVE
, and I must hasten to my home in the sea. Perhaps we shall meet again some day. I may float down to you, a white-winged snowflake, or patter down as I came this time, a tiny raindrop." _Write the following:_ The water rises from the sea in vapor. The vapor is turned into clouds, which fall in rain or snow. The rain forms rivers, which flow back again into the sea. Thus the water is always going round and round in its long and curious journey--up to the clouds in vapor, down in rain, back in streams to the place it started from. LESSON XXIII. THE RIVER. "Oh, tell me, pretty river, Whence do thy waters flow? And whither art thou roaming, So smoothly and so slow?" "My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse the April showers; My cradle was a fountain, O'er-curtained by wild flowers. "One morn I ran away, A madcap, noisy rill; And many a prank that day I played adown the hill! "And then 'mid meadowy banks, I flirted with the flowers, That stooped with glowing lips To woo me to their bowers.  LESS THAN TWENTY THREE OF HOME GEOGRAPHY FOR PRIMARY GRADES THIS IS THE LIPPERVOX RECORDING ALL LIVEROX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIVERPOX DOT ORICK RECORDING BY ABBEY HOME GEOGRAPHY FOR PRIMARY GRADES BY C C LONG LESSON TWENTY THREE THE RIVER O TELL ME PRETTY RIVER WHENCE DO THY WATERS FLOW AND WHITHER ART THOU ROAMING SO SMOOTHLY AND SO SLOW MY BIRTHPLACE WAS THE MOUNTAIN MY NURSE THE APRIL SHOWERS MY CRADLE WAS A FOUNTAIN O'ER CURTAINED BY WILD FLOWERS ONE MORN I RAN AWAY A MADCAP NOISY RILL AND MANY A PRANK THAT DAY I PLAYED ADOWN THE HILL AND THEN MID MEADOWY BANKS I FLIRTED WITH THE FLOWERS THAT STOOPED WITH GLOWING LIPS TO WOO ME TO THEIR BOWERS
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