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DOWNWARD.
Down from great Alps the Rivers leap,Slaking the plain with flooded sweep:
Shoots, like an angel on the sight,
'Thwart the low gloom the Pharos' light:
Humbly the wise their wisdom speak:
Forgiveness stoops to souls that seek:
Love looks its strongest downward bent
From mother's lid on babe new-sent:
The highest joy the highest know,
Is to work downward to the low,
Melting with daily dawn of love
The frosts cold Misery's night hath wove:
Their sleepless vigil in the skies
The spirits keep with earthward eyes.
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