"O Man!--who hath dominion over all things save thine own heart,
and who, in thy blind egotism, setteth thyself much above me,
who am but a runlet of water. O Man! I tell thee, when thou art
dusty bones, I shall still be here, singing to myself in the sun
or talking to some other poor human fool, in the dark. Go to!"
chuckled the brook, "the Wheel of Life turneth ever faster and
faster; the woes of to-day shall be the woes of last year, or
ever thou canst count them all--out upon thee--go to!"