  The river-of-life must smoothly flow, By the hills of hope, its breast aglow With the cheering light that softly streams, From golden heights in the land of dreams. The river-of-life will gently glide On its ceaseless mission far and wide, Its forceful current so true and deep It will not pause at the vale-of-sleep. The river-of-life runs gaily down By the shining gates of pleasure-town And carries our truant thoughts away On the moment-freighted boat:—To-day. The river-of-life, how fair it lies, On the soul’s white map before our eyes; It ripples on from the land we see Into the beautiful land To-Be. |
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