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The River

How far soe'er thy restless waters roll,
Thou hast attained the sea.
So haply, now the current of the soul
Hath touched eternity.


For backward to the fountainhead there flows
A breath of tides to be—
Of life beyond, wherein the present knows
E'en now its destiny.

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