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First Line: The roaring torrent, on its urgent way
Last Line: For evermore.
Subject(s): Nature; Sea; Ocean


The roaring torrent, on its urgent way,
Or placid river, winding through soft fields,
Moves on and ever onward, day by day,
Till, drawn by mystic power, itself it yields
Unto the Sea.

The sparkling wavelets, breaking on the shore,
Or hungry billows, lashed to raging foam,
Creep up, engulf the strand, then back once more
The flood returns unto its ocean home,
At call of Tide.

Beneath the soil, all hid in darksome earth,
Or there, beneath a crushing weight of stone,
Lie scattered seeds that soon to life give birth:
Pierced now the soil; the shattered rocks lie strewn:
Life seeks the Light.

The planets sweep upon their trackless way;
While ages come and go, they still endure;
Nor ever from their ordered path they stray,
Held fast by bands invisible, but sure
Unto their Sun.

So I, too, feel in me the mystic call
That stirs my heart and draws me, Love, to thee.
Thou art my Sea, my Tide, my Light, my Sun, -- my All;
I am thy slave -- I would not now be free
For evermore.





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