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Yet whenever I cross the river
 On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
 Comes the thought of other years.

And I think how many thousands
 Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
 Have crossed the bridge since then.

I see the long procession
 Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
 And the old subdued and slow!

And forever and forever,
 As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
 As long as life has woes;