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L’ENVOI.
Roll on, O river, to thy goal,
The far illimitable main;
Gladdening the earth, thy waters roll
Through vale and fertile plain;
O mighty joy! had it been given,
Majestic river unto me,
Blessing and blest of earth and heaven,
To run my course like thee!
The far illimitable main;
Gladdening the earth, thy waters roll
Through vale and fertile plain;
O mighty joy! had it been given,
Majestic river unto me,
Blessing and blest of earth and heaven,
To run my course like thee!
Yet, soul, content thee with the powers,
The lowly powers to thee assign'd;
The brook that winds through meadow flowers,
In that thy likeness find;
Scarce seen its course, and yet no less
Its scarce-seen course it loves to run,
Rejoicing its few fields to bless
And gurgle through the sun.
The lowly powers to thee assign'd;
The brook that winds through meadow flowers,
In that thy likeness find;
Scarce seen its course, and yet no less
Its scarce-seen course it loves to run,
Rejoicing its few fields to bless
And gurgle through the sun.
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