STREAM.
There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.—Psalm xlvi. 4.
He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.—Psalm lxxviii. 16.
In the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.—Isaiah, xxxv. 6.
Who see not that the valleys of the world
Might even right with the mountains: that they grow
Green and lie warmer; and ever peaceful are
When clouds spit fire at hills, and burn them bare.
Not valley’s part, but we should imitate streams
That run below the valleys, and do yield
To every mole-hill; every bank embrace
That checks their currents; and when torrents come,
That swell and raise them past their natural height,
How mad they are and troubled; like low streams
With torrents crown’d are men with diadems.
Chapman.
Around Thy throne, in peaceful streams,
O God! celestial pleasure glides;
The brightening wave Thine image beams,
Untinged by sorrow’s darkened tides.
That stream my fainting spirit cheers
When sultry suns pour down their heat;
And when I cross the vale of tears,
It makes the cup of sorrow sweet.
J. Alexander.
I know a stream, a gentle stream
Which by a valley glides along,
That well might suit a Poet’s theme,
Or fit a raptured Minstrel’s song;
And often I have stood to look
On the calm beauty of that brook,
And thought the scene was such as might
Have shone upon Creation’s morn,
When all the morning stars of light,
Sang joyously that earth was born;
And angels as they paused to see,
Joined the triumphant Jubilee!
And God himself in glory stood,
And there pronounced it very good.
Ann Pratt.