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Show THE RIVER OF TIME. What a wonderful stream is the River of Time As it liows through th realmn of tears. With a faiultless rhythm, a musical rhyme. A boundless sweep and a surge sublime, As it blends with the oaean of years. How the winters are drifting like flakes of snow. And the summers like buds between. And the years in the sheaf as they come On the river's edge with it ebb and flow. As they glide through the shadow and sheen. There's a magical isle up the River of Time. , , Where the softest are playing. With a cloudless sky and a tropical clime, a cmr sweet as the esier a chime. And the June with the roses is staying. And the name of the isle is the long ago, And we bury our treasures there. There are brows of beauty and bosoms oi Ani heaps of dust, but we love them so; There are trinklets and tresses of hair. There are fragments of song that nobody sings. And part of an infant 3 Pyer; There are broken vows and pieces ot And'the'garments she used to wear. There are hands that are raised when the fairy shore. By the mirage is lifted in air. And we sometimes har through the turb- Swcet voiceswe've heard in the days gone When the wind down the river is fair. Oh remembered for aye. bo that beautiful All 'the' dav of our life till night. And w hen evening comes with its beauU- And wecloseeour eyes in slumber a whil May that Greenwood of Soul Do in. sight -BAYARD TAYLOR. |