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Nothing will Die

         
      When will the stream be aweary of flowing
            Under my eye?
      When will the wind be aweary of blowing
            Over the sky?
      When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
      When will the heart be aweary of beating?
            And nature die?
      Never, O, never, nothing will die;
            The stream flows,
            The wind blows,
            The cloud fleets,
            The heart beats,
               Nothing will die.

        Nothing will die;
        All things will change
        Thro’ eternity.
        ’Tis the world’s winter;
        Autumn and summer
        Are gone long ago;
        Earth is dry to the centre,
        But spring, a new comer,
        A spring rich and strange,
        Shall make the winds blow
        Round and round,
        Thro’ and thro’,
              Here and there,
              Till the air
        And the ground
        Shall be fill’d with life anew.

        The world was never made;
        It will change, but it will not fade.
        So let the wind range;
        For even and morn
              Ever will be
              Thro’ eternity.
        Nothing was born;
        Nothing will die;
        All things will change.
         


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