I am a little brook, springing up in the green fields of country, and going quietly o

I am a little brook, springing up in the green fields of country, and going quietly on without noise or bustle, right. I am born in a very humble birthplace, in the bosom of a rural parish, and my first weeks are spent in wandering among the lowly meadows of my native valley. By-and-by, I grow bolder, and venture upwards to the road-side, where I am found by the traveller in summer, and become his companion of journey. In winter,