The Turns Of The Water-Course Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Turns Of The Water-Course



It falls from heaven upon the hill,
And hurries down to turn the mill
And grind the ripened grain;
Then, duty done, it turns away,
And like a spirit, turned to spray,
It turns to heaven again.

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