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138 Chit-Chat by Puck.
and more splendid were the vessels that it floated.
It felt happy that it was so mighty and deep, that
it could carry rich cargoes to distant lands, where
it knew it would cease to exist as a brook, but where
it felt it still would continue to live!
One evening, when the sun sank if the glory of
its setting, the river no longer lingered amongst the
woods and fields as it had hitherto done. An im-
measurable expanse of golden splendour spread to
the horizon. “This must be the ocean!” thought
the river, and felt itself on the instant dissolving
into the unfathomable eternal element. It no longer
of itself carried the big vessels with their white
swelling canvas, but as a surging wave accompanied
them, and rolling along to a distant unknown bourn,
rejoiced that it brought something with it on the
long journey to eternity.
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