There, where the water flows
In mighty ocean heave, and
Beauty in glacier;
And the air breath, new
in morning freshness, and
fragrance bloom.
Oddity in words, have
No place to wreath and survive;
Just as lies, droll
An instance, dry; and
make it dark and gloom
Let beauty come
of its heart
Just as the milk, comes
By the dint of baby's cry!
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