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He sat him down beside the stream
That crossed the lonely way,
So fair a scene might well have charm'd
All evil thoughts away;
That crossed the lonely way,
So fair a scene might well have charm'd
All evil thoughts away;
He sat beneath a willow tree
That cast a trembling shade,
The gentle river full in front
A little island made,
That cast a trembling shade,
The gentle river full in front
A little island made,
Where pleasantly the moon-beam shone
Upon the poplar trees,
Whose shadow on the stream below
Play'd slowly to the breeze.
Upon the poplar trees,
Whose shadow on the stream below
Play'd slowly to the breeze.
He listen'd—and he heard the wind
That waved the willow tree;
He heard the waters flow along
And murmur quietly.
That waved the willow tree;
He heard the waters flow along
And murmur quietly.
