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13. Life
By the turn of the River we find Thee,
Remembering promise of old.
The tide of time still flows on to the sea,
Passing on by tempests death cold.
Remembering promise of old.
The tide of time still flows on to the sea,
Passing on by tempests death cold.
The old oaks of the forest have fell low,
Here by the turn of the River.
Of time that onward will forever flow,
As the waves dash on and quiver.
Here by the turn of the River.
Of time that onward will forever flow,
As the waves dash on and quiver.
Youths' hours of leisure will not rest and stay
Here by the turn of the river.
Ceaseless they will flow on and away,
Thus they will flow on forever.
Here by the turn of the river.
Ceaseless they will flow on and away,
Thus they will flow on forever.
The happy values of Youth are forsaken,
Here by the turn of the river,
With curving banks new shores to awaken,
New hopes and cares to deliver.
Here by the turn of the river,
With curving banks new shores to awaken,
New hopes and cares to deliver.
Wagoner Record, August 16, 1900.
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