The Burn

The Outlook

Go forth upon thy journey, little one, Make haste and run; Long miles on miles thy liquid foot must creepEre thou have leave to sleep.

Uncounted loops and windings shalt thou pass, Moistening much grass And hidden roots of herbs, ere the great seaCry out to welcome thee.

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