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Show The Stream of Life. O stream descending to the sea, -Thy mosy banks between, The flow'rete blow, the grasse grtw. The leafy trees are green. In garden plots the children play. The fields the laborers till, And houses stand on either hand. And thou descendest still. O lite descending into death. Our waking eyes behold: Parent and friend, thy lapse attend. Companions young and old. Strong purposes our minds pssM, Our hearts' affections fill; We toil and earn: we seek and lttit. And thou descendest still. O end to which our currents ta4, Inevitable sea. To which we flow, what do we ka.w. What shall we guess of thT A roar we hear upon thy shore. As we our course fulfill; Scarce we divine a sun wlH shine , And be above us still. Arthur Hugh Cleugk. |