And Other Poems.
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And as it flows
It larger grows,
Until it merges in the sea;
And thus the boy
From childish joy
Runs into man’s anxiety;
The fairy towers we loved to raise,
Are swallowed in life’s whirlpool then—
There’s food for thought in all thy lays,
Sweet brooklet in the glen.
It larger grows,
Until it merges in the sea;
And thus the boy
From childish joy
Runs into man’s anxiety;
The fairy towers we loved to raise,
Are swallowed in life’s whirlpool then—
There’s food for thought in all thy lays,
Sweet brooklet in the glen.
