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Dinah Maria Mulock - An Old Idea
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STREAM of my life, dull, placid river, flow! 
I have no fear of the ingulfing seas: 
Neither I look before me nor behind, 
But, lying mute with wave-dipped hand, float on. 

It was not always so. My brethren, see 
This oar-stained, trembling palm. It keeps the sign 
Of youth`s mad wrestling with the waves that drift 
Immutably, eternally along. 

I would have had them flow through fields and flowers, 
Giving and taking freshness, perfume, joy; 
It winds through--here. Be silent, O my soul! 
--The finger of God`s wisdom drew its line. 

So I lean back and look up to the stars, 
And count the ripples circling to the shore, 
And watch the solemn river rolling on 
Until it widen to the open seas.
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