Poems (Curwen)/To Mamie
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To Mamie.
Some lives are like the streams that run
Through pastures green and flowery meads,
They ripple on beneath the sun,
And naught their pleasant course impedes;
Peacefully their waters flow
As on their even way they go.
Through pastures green and flowery meads,
They ripple on beneath the sun,
And naught their pleasant course impedes;
Peacefully their waters flow
As on their even way they go.
And others by an adverse fate
Seem destined to run in the shade,
Through sombre scenes and desolate,
Where the flowers of hope soon fade;
Borne by under currents strong,
Murmuring, they glide along.
Seem destined to run in the shade,
Through sombre scenes and desolate,
Where the flowers of hope soon fade;
Borne by under currents strong,
Murmuring, they glide along.
Some in shadow, some in the shine,
But all beneath the one control:
Guided by the one Master hand
We flow towards the self-same goal.
Then, howsoe'er thy life stream flows
Remember, dear, "Our Father" knows.
But all beneath the one control:
Guided by the one Master hand
We flow towards the self-same goal.
Then, howsoe'er thy life stream flows
Remember, dear, "Our Father" knows.