I am sitting by the river,
And I while an hour away,
Watching circles start and widen
In their momentary play.
Here a stronger whelms a weaker
As its ring expanding flies,
There one rises to the surface,
As another fades and dies.
And I solemn grow with thinking,
For just now it would me seem,
That each life is like a circle -
On time's deep, impellant stream.
Do we not upon its bosom
Linger for a little day,
Making faint and fleeting impress,
Then forever fade away.
While the strong unresting river
Toward Eternity doth glide,
All regardless of the circles
That have pulsed upon its 'ide.
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