Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Glacier

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THE GLACIER
Softly sliding, slipping slowly down,Each moment farther from the mountain's crownThe glacier comes;—and so the human willThat retrogrades, each hour gets lower still,Until at last, beside the mountain's baseWe scarce can recognize the old-time face.

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