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FAVOURITE FABLES.

FABLE LXXXIV.
THE BROOK AND THE FOUNTAIN.

A Fountatn varied gambols played,
Close by an humble Brook ;

While gently murmuring through the glade,
Its peaceful course it took.

Perhaps it gave one envious gaze
Upon the Fountain’s height,

While glittering in the morning rays
Pre-eminently bright.

In all the colours of the sky,
Alternately it shone:

The Brook observed it with a sigh,
But quietly rolled on.

The owner of the Fountain died;
Neglect soon brought decay ;

The bursting pipes were ill-supplied ;
The Fountain ceased to play.