...the hue, So deeply changed from what he knew." 118 Hugh Miller wrote " The Testimony of the Rocks." " I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away...woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters green." 1M " The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast." 115 LESSON XLII. " He,...

...with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the waves they drink ; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue. 3 Yet pure its waters—its shallows are bright With colored pebbles and sparkles of light, And clear...

...charming country beyond, where : — "Through many a wild and woodland scene, Meandered the streams with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on the brink Had given their stain to the waters they drink." The tall steeples and innumerable public...

...them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. , GREEN RIVEE. breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour...stream with waters of green; As if the bright fringe of herds on its brink, Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs...

...skies, To him are opening Paradise. GKEEN RIVER. (1) When breezes are soft and^skies are fair, .J^'I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away...woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of greeo ; As-if the bright fringe of herbs on,its, brink Had given their stain to the wavejlhey'drink...

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...lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I can not drift Beyond his love and care.— Whittier. 3. When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal...through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.— WCBryant. 4. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought...

...thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. GREEN RIVER. WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal...through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue. The swifter current that mines its root, Through whose shifting leaves, as you walk the hill, The quivering...

...Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I can not drift Beyond his love and care. — Whittier. 3. When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal...through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue. — WC Bryant. 4. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I...

...that niches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. 6. And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue. 7. The general, who was on horseback, ordered the troops to halt. 8. They have taken forts that military...