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LXXIV. PEBBLES.
“What are the pebbles, old Father Time,Thou'rt throwing in the river,
Thy river that flows without a tide
For ever and for ever?”
“Pebbles?” said Time. “Yes, pebbles they are—
Empires, kingdoms, thrones,
Heroes and poets whose fame was wide
As the circle of the zones;
I cast them all in my rolling flood
That sparkles in the sun,
A little splash in the mighty stream—
A bubble, and all is done!”
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