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ON HER BIRTHDAY
Not less but more I love her, as our day
Moves gently on and duly, to its goal,
While the fair limits of her ample soul
Lapse into mine, till two strong streams obey
One impulse, two impassion'd floods display
One calm clear current, one harmonious whole,
Where never jutting crag nor shelving shoal
Frets the still sequence of its seaward way.
Moves gently on and duly, to its goal,
While the fair limits of her ample soul
Lapse into mine, till two strong streams obey
One impulse, two impassion'd floods display
One calm clear current, one harmonious whole,
Where never jutting crag nor shelving shoal
Frets the still sequence of its seaward way.
Seaward—ah yes, all rivers seek the sea;
And this of ours is now so deep and wide,
So near the ocean of Eternity,
So fully fronted by the flowing tide,
That the loud life on either far-off shore
To us is but a murmur, and no more.
And this of ours is now so deep and wide,
So near the ocean of Eternity,
So fully fronted by the flowing tide,
That the loud life on either far-off shore
To us is but a murmur, and no more.
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