This poem appears in Wall's little book of poems published in 1895 titled Hours with Mother, and was intended "to encourage the youth, who may read it, in early composition work, and awaken in them a greater love for Home and Mother."
THE BROOK.
The brook by the orchard.
Has waked from its sleep.
And down through the meadows,
Its bright waters creep.
The fishes are swimming
Along side by side.
Now, under the leaflets
So lightly they glide.
And, now, dearest brooklet,
As onward you flow,
I hope you will love me
Wherever you go.
The beauties of nature
Are charming indeed.
A lesson they teach us
If only we heed.
April 4, 1874
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