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Show THE OLD MILL. Ono hundred years tho mill has stood: One hundred j-uars the dnl ing Hood ling turnud tlio wheel with roarinjaound, Tli rough foam i ng watpra, round find round. Ono hundred years; and overhead The same broad roof of blue is spread: And in tho modovs, bright and green, 'Die miller 'i cailrjren stili aro seen. And thus the world is still the same: The. sunset clouds aro turned to llume; And while wo live, and when wo die, Tno lark still enroll in tho eky. j A nd others riso to All our p'ace; Wo sleep, and others run tho raco: And earth beneath and skies above Aro fctill the same; and God is lovo. |