Elizabeth Oakes Smith Quotes

Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.
Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Elizabeth Oakes Smith

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