The continuity of life
is never broken;
the river flows onward
and is lost to our sight,
but under its new horizon
it carries the same waters
which it gathered under ours;
and its unseen valleys
are made glad by the offerings
which are borne down to them
from the Past, flowers, perchance,
the germs of which its own waves
had planted on the banks of Time.
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