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JUST AS OF OLD
Just as of old! The world rolls on and on;
The day dies into night—night into dawn—
Dawn into dusk—through centuries untold.—
Just as of old.
The day dies into night—night into dawn—
Dawn into dusk—through centuries untold.—
Just as of old.
Time loiters not. The river ever flows,
Its brink or white with blossoms or with snows;
Its tide or warm with spring or winter cold:
Just as of old.
Its brink or white with blossoms or with snows;
Its tide or warm with spring or winter cold:
Just as of old.
Lo! where is the beginning, where the end
Of living, loving, longing? Listen, friend!—
God answers with a silence of pure gold—
Just as of old.
Of living, loving, longing? Listen, friend!—
God answers with a silence of pure gold—
Just as of old.
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