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TIME.
What is time, O glorious Giver,
With its restlessness and might,
But a lost and wandering river
Working back into the light?
With its restlessness and might,
But a lost and wandering river
Working back into the light?
Every gloomy rock that troubles
Its smooth passage, strikes to life
Beautiful and joyous bubbles
That are only born through strife.
Its smooth passage, strikes to life
Beautiful and joyous bubbles
That are only born through strife.
Overhung with mist-like shadows,
Stretch its shores away, away,
To the long, delightful meadows
Shining with immortal May:
Stretch its shores away, away,
To the long, delightful meadows
Shining with immortal May:
Where its moaning reaches never,
Passion, pain, or fear to move,
And the changes bring us ever
Sabbaths and new moons of love.
Passion, pain, or fear to move,
And the changes bring us ever
Sabbaths and new moons of love.
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