LIFE'S RIVER.
By a gently flowing river,In the quiet hour of sunset,Once a maiden sat and pondered.Soon the quiet scene before herSeemed to change, as if by magic;And she thought that she was standingBy a broader, deeper river,O'er whose wide and restless watersMany, many barks were sailing,Laden with immortal beings. In this stream were many islands,Some of them all bright and lovely,Covered with the fairest verdure;Lofty trees with pleasant shadows,Blossoms of the sweetest fragrance,Fountains of clear, gushing waters,Made them fair almost as Eden. In this stream were rocky islands,With their cliffs all dark and frowningRising from the river-channel;
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