All the brooks on all the hills, tinkling, tumbling, babbling of some great and universal joy, all the streams of all the gulches joining with every little rill to find the old way, or to carve a new, back to the Father of Waters.

Inland the amphitheatre of hills Sweeps round with Snowdon as their central crest, And murmurs of innumerable rills Blend with the heaving of the ocean's breast.

Frozen rills began to flow, the marmots came out of their nests in boulder-piles and climbed sunny rocks to bask, and the dun-headed sparrows were flitting about seeking their breakfasts.

You might mark the course Of these cool rills more by the ear than eye, For, though they oft would to the sun unfold Their silver as they past, 'twas quickly lost; But ever did they murmur.

But O ye Loves, Whose cheeks are like pink apples, quit your homes By Hyetis, or Byblis' pleasant rill, Or fair Dionè's rocky pedestal, And strike that fair one with your arrows, strike The ill-starred damsel who disdains my friend.

Sweet rill, farewel! ...

His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along.

Hail, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills!

Now all is calm, and dark, and still, And bright the beam the moonlight throws On ocean wave, and gentle rill,

And little footsteps mark the circled plain; Each haunted rill with silver voices rings, And Night's sweet bird in livelier accents sings.

Thy voice the song of hidden rills, The sigh deep-bosomed silence heaves From the full heart of happy things, The lap of water-lily leaves, The noiseless language of the wings Of evening making strange the hills.

Each tiny stream and brawling water-courseeven mere little humble rills that dried up in summernow rushed downward over rocks and stones blackened with moss, to pour themselves into the river Serchio.

Nothing separates me from it but the river of death, which now appears but as an insignificant rill, that may be crossed at a single step, whenever God shall give permission.

No phantom rose to tell of future ill, No grisly warning marr'd my prophet dreams My heart translucent as the leaping rill,

Each tiny stream and brawling water-courseeven mere little humble rills that dried up in summernow rushed downward over rocks and stones blackened with moss, to pour themselves into the river Serchio.

In reality it was a bed of wild forget-me-nots, which marked the course of a minute rill.

Just at the basement of the hill, A modest little purling rill Shone like a mirror in the sun, Flashing and sparkling as it run.

Sea-sickness, dry food, short allowances of water, narrow lodgings, and hard beds, were all, doubtless, forgotten, as she roamed at pleasure over boundless fields, on which the grass was perennial, seeming never to be longer or shorter than was necessary to give a good bite; and among which numberless rills of the purest waters were sparkling like crystal.

Meanwhile, the glacier continues to recede, and numerous rills, still younger than the lake itself, bring down glacier-mud, sand-grains, and pebbles, giving rise to margin-rings and plats of soil.

There is little water in the Ceriso at the best of times, and that little brackish and smelling vilely, but by a lone juniper where the rim of the Ceriso breaks away to the lower country, there is a perpetual rill of fresh sweet drink in the midst of lush grass and watercress.

Yet, thence in smaller parties drawn, The sea recovers her lost hills: And starting springs from every lawn, Surprize the vales with plenteous rills.

And drinks up all the pretty [B] rills And rivers large and strong:

The top of the mountain was found to consist of a fragment of original table-land, very marshy, and full of deep sloughs, intersected with small rills of water, pure and pellucid as crystal, and a profusion of wild parsley and celery.

If nature thundered in his opening ears, And stunned him with the music of the spheres, How would he wish that Heaven had left him still The whispering zephyr, and the purling rill? Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives and what denies? VII.

" He further observes, that numerous active springs issue from the rocks of the limestone ridge, and particularly in Geographer's Bay, the whole coast of which, he says, "is a perfect source of active springs, discharging themselves on the beach in rapid rills of considerable extent, every six or seven yards.