Poems (Curwen)/To Mamie

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To Mamie.
Some lives are like the streams that run  Through pastures green and flowery meads, They ripple on beneath the sun,  And naught their pleasant course impedes; Peacefully their waters flow As on their even way they go.
And others by an adverse fate  Seem destined to run in the shade, Through sombre scenes and desolate,  Where the flowers of hope soon fade; Borne by under currents strong, Murmuring, they glide along.
Some in shadow, some in the shine,  But all beneath the one control: Guided by the one Master hand  We flow towards the self-same goal. Then, howsoe'er thy life stream flows Remember, dear, "Our Father" knows.

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