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V. THE RIVER OF LOVE.
Lo the River from the blue hills welling,
Stream of Love that ever stronger rolls,
Stronger, sweeter, higher and higher swelling,
Bears for ever our entwinëd souls.
Stream of Love that ever stronger rolls,
Stronger, sweeter, higher and higher swelling,
Bears for ever our entwinëd souls.
Close embraced in bonds no shock can sunder
Fare we, well content whate'er befall:
Let the changeful skies or smile or thunder:
Storm and sunshine—we have heart for all.
Fare we, well content whate'er befall:
Let the changeful skies or smile or thunder:
Storm and sunshine—we have heart for all.
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Somewhere, well we know, in ambush lying
Right athwart our River, near or far,
Gorged with hopes engulfed, our hope defying,
Death, the sandbank, rears his gloomy bar.
Right athwart our River, near or far,
Gorged with hopes engulfed, our hope defying,
Death, the sandbank, rears his gloomy bar.
Then shall our brave River, swiftlier sweeping,
Burst the bar and o'er it bear us free,
Out and onward to the Ocean leaping,
Out and on to Love's eternal sea.
Burst the bar and o'er it bear us free,
Out and onward to the Ocean leaping,
Out and on to Love's eternal sea.
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