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Life is a tale of lengthy dreams

Like a vale’s winding streams;

Now musing among shady shrubs,

Now muttering o’er a million pebbles.

Pebbles of worries plenty in the path,

Shady bowers of peace stray apar;

Life’s track is a hardy trek,

Lost is one who laments o’er the wreck!

Here joins a stream, there a tributary,

But bold babbles the brook together or solitary;

Life’s lure ofpelf and power in ivory tower

Trembles at every sway of Evil’s power.

For, down cascades the cataract from hills aloft

To meander in calm innocence on plains soft,

A lowly life and a lofty ideal

Are destined to succeed despite the ordeal.

Men may come and men may go

But the busy brook doth ever flow;

Off may fall the leaves or add to life’s Book ever replete;

But still the tale of life is never complete.