 | Gathered poems of Ernest Myers |  |
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THE RIVER OF LOVE
Lo, the River from the blue hills welling,
Stream of Love that ever ampler rolls,
Fed by fount on fount to wider swelling,
Bears the sacred bark of plighted souls.
Stream of Love that ever ampler rolls,
Fed by fount on fount to wider swelling,
Bears the sacred bark of plighted souls.
Close embraced in bonds no shock can sunder
Fare they, well content whate'er befall:
Let the changeful skies or smile or thunder:
Storm and sunshine—they have heart for all.
Fare they, well content whate'er befall:
Let the changeful skies or smile or thunder:
Storm and sunshine—they have heart for all.
Somewhere, well they know, in ambush lying
Right athwart their River, near or far,
Gorged with hopes engulfed, their hope defying,
Death, the sandbank, rears his gloomy bar.
Right athwart their River, near or far,
Gorged with hopes engulfed, their hope defying,
Death, the sandbank, rears his gloomy bar.
Then shall that brave River, swiftlier sweeping,
Burst the bar and o'er it bear them free,
Out and onward to the Ocean leaping,
Out and on to Love's eternal Sea.
Burst the bar and o'er it bear them free,
Out and onward to the Ocean leaping,
Out and on to Love's eternal Sea.
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