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RIVER! that in silence windest
Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest
In the bosom of the sea !
Four long years of mingled feeling,
Half in rest, and half in strife, I have seen thy waters stealing
Onward, like the stream of life.
Thou hast taught me, Silent River !
Many a lesson, deep and long; Thou hast been a generous giver ;
I can give thee but a song.
Oft in sadness and in illness,
I have watched thy current glide, Till the beauty of its stillness
Overflowed me, like a tide.
And in better hours and brighter,
When I saw thy waters gleam, I have felt my heart beat lighter,
And leap onward with thy stream.
Not for this alone I love thee,
Nor because thy waves of blue From celestial seas above thee
Take their own celestial hue.
Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee,
And thy waters disappear, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee,
And have made thy margin dear.
More than this ;-thy name reminds me
Of three friends, all true and tried ; And that name, like magic, binds me
Closer, closer to thy side.
Friends my soul with joy remembers !
How like quivering flames they start, When I fan the living embers
On the hearth-stone of my heart !
"Tis for this, thou Silent River !
That my spirit leans to thee; Thou hast been a generous giver,
Take this idle song from me.
Blind Bartimeus at the gates
The thronging multitudes increase;
Then saith the Christ, as silent stands
Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see,
THE GOBLET OF LIFE,
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim ;
With solemn voice and slow.
No purple flowers,-no garlands green,
Thick leaves of mistletoe.
This goblet, wrought with curious art,
Are running all to waste.
And as it mantling passes round,
And give a bitter taste.
Above the lowly plants it towers,
Lost vision to restore.
It gave new strength and fearless mood; And gladiators, fierce and rude,
THE GOBLET OF LIFE.
Mingled it in their daily food ;
A wreath of fennel wore.
Then in Life's goblet freely press
New light and strength they give !
And he who has not learned to know
He has not learned to live.
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
To see his foeman's face.
Let our unceasing, earnest prayer
One half the human race.
O suffering, sad humanity!
Patient, though sorely tried !
I pledge you in this cup of grief,
Then sleep we side by side.