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A STREAM'S SINGING.
"Upon the mountains I behold the feet
Of my Beloved: let us forth to meet"—
Death.
This is death. I see the light no more; I sleep.
But like a morning bird my soul Springs singing upward, into the deeps of heaven
Through world on world to follow Infinite Day.
Of my Beloved: let us forth to meet"—
Death.
This is death. I see the light no more; I sleep.
But like a morning bird my soul Springs singing upward, into the deeps of heaven
Through world on world to follow Infinite Day.
A STREAM'S SINGING.
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How the sunbeams strike the daisies,
And the kingcups fill the meadow
Like a golden-shielded army
Marching to the uplands fair;—
I am going forth to battle,
And life's uplands rise before me,
And my golden shield is ready,
And I pause a moment, timing
My heart's paean to the waters,
As with cheerful song incessant
Onwards runs the little stream;
Singing ever, onward ever,
Boldly runs the merry stream.