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THE RIVER OF MEMORY.
There's a deep majestic riverWinding through the vale of time,And its waves are ever speakingWith an utterance sublime.
For within the dells and cavernsThat beneath its waters lie,Are the lost and buried treasuresLeft there when life's storms swept by.
Treasures that no more foreverMay our yearning spirits grasp;For the past hath borne them from us,Borne them from our earthly clasp.
Still, we ever must rememberAll the bright things that are fled,Which affection, could it clasp them,Glorious beams would round them shed.

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