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FROM AN AFTER-DINNER SPEECH
MASSACHUSETTS MEDICAL SOCIETY JUNE 27, 1855
As the river of New England
That is flowing at our side,
No rock can stay from running
To meet the salt sea-tide;
So roll our art's deep current
By many a grateful shore,
Till life has reached the ocean
That pain shall vex no more.
That is flowing at our side,
No rock can stay from running
To meet the salt sea-tide;
So roll our art's deep current
By many a grateful shore,
Till life has reached the ocean
That pain shall vex no more.
As the mountain of New England
In the far off northern sky
Looks down upon the river
That wanders murmuring by,
So from her cloud-capped turret
Let solemn art look down
On fashion's lying whisper
And folly's idle frown.
In the far off northern sky
Looks down upon the river
That wanders murmuring by,
So from her cloud-capped turret
Let solemn art look down
On fashion's lying whisper
And folly's idle frown.
As the bright star of evening
Plays on the mountain's crest,
Glancing from every streamlet
That sparkles on its breast;
So let the heavenly splendors
Of truth's white star be found
Still shining fairest in us
While all is dark around!
Plays on the mountain's crest,
Glancing from every streamlet
That sparkles on its breast;
So let the heavenly splendors
Of truth's white star be found
Still shining fairest in us
While all is dark around!
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