Poems (Kimball)/The River
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THE RIVER
ABOVE the winding River's brink The tall trees wave their branches green; Their cool brown roots, washed bare and clean, Reach down through cooler depths to drink.
"Behold, how heavenly is my task," Methinks the River murmurs low "As God bestoweth, I bestow; To be like Him is all I ask."
O River, thou and I are one In sweet desire to serve and be; Yet every day I grieve to see How all my deeds do seaward run!