The Brooklet Came From The Mountain, As Sang The Bard Of Old, Running With Feet Of Silver Over The Sands Of Gold! Far Away In The Briny Ocean There Rolled A Turbulent Wave, Now Singing Along The Sea-Beach, Now Howling Along The Cave. And The Brooklet Has Found The Billow Though They Flowed So Far Apart, And Has Filled With Its Freshness And Sweetness That Turbulent Bitter Heart!