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VIII. Circles in the water.
Kringetjes in 't Water, III, blz. 161.

Pebble-stone, so smooth and round,
In the stream with gurgling sound,

Down when dashing,

Round a splashing,

How the silvr'y pearls abound!

Swift from casting hand you're sliding,
Wriggling down away then gliding.

Where the pebble stone has been,
In the water a circle is seen,

Further flowing,

Ever growing,

Long observed by gazers keen;

Ever showing by its bending,

Where the stone fell swift descending.

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Recollect, my lass, my lad,

 

Thus it goes with good and bad;

 

Hours don't tarry,

 

Years will carry

 

Long the marks of deeds, oft sad.

 

Pointed out by conscience' finger,

 

In the heart that spot doth linger!