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fiat  Brier-Rost:,  as  was  her  won't,  she  cocked  her  curly  head:
                        "But  1  curl sing a  pretty  song,?J  full merrily a lie  said.


                        And  oft  the  young  [ads  shouted,  when  they  saw  the  maid  at  jjkiy:
                          "  r iof  gOOd-ibr-flolhing Brier-Rose,  bow  do you  do  to-day?
                        Then  she  shook:  her  tin)’  fist,  to  her cheek  the  color  flew  ;
                        “  However rniEch  you  coax  tin;,  i'll  never  dance  with  you,”


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                        Thus  flew the  years  light-winged  over  Brier-Rose’s  head,
                        'Jill  ytie  \v\i.-\  twenty  summers  old  and  vet  remained  unwed.
                        And all  the  parish  wondered :  “ The  Ixird  Almighty knows
                        Whatever  s.vr 11  become  o f tlint  naughty  Brier-Rose!'1


                        And  whiie  they  wondered,  came  the  Spring  a-dancing  o’er  the  bills  ;
                        Her  breath  was  warmer  than  of vore.  and  all  the  mountain  rill-,
                        With  their  tinkling  and  their  rippling  and  their  rushing,  filled  the  air,
                        And  the  misty  sounds  of water forth-welling  everywhere.


                        A n d   in  the  valiey^s  depth,  like  a  lusty  beast  o f prey.
                        The  river  leaped  and  roared  aloud  and  tossed it-?  mane  of spray ;
                        Then  hushed  again  its  voice  to  a  softly plashing croonh
                        A s  dark  it  roiled  beneath  Ihe  sun  and  white-  beneath  the  moon.


                        It  was  a  merry  sight  to  sec  the  lumber a*  it  whirled
                        A d  own  the tawny  eddies  that  hissed  and  seethed  and  swirled,
                        Now  shooting  through  (he  rapids  and,  with  a  reeling  swing,
                        Into the  foam-crests  diving  like  an  animated  thing.


                        But  in  the narrows  of the  rocks,  where,  o'er  a  steep  incline,
                        The  waters  plunged  and  wreathed  in  foam  the dark boughs o f the pine.
                        The lads kept watch with  shout and  song, and sent e^eh struggling beam
                        ■ V-spiiming  down  the  rapids, lest  it  should  lock  the  .stream.
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