<h2 id="c18">A MELODY.</h2>
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<p class="t0">Afar and near, afar and wide,</p>
<p class="t">The murm’ring chant of a running stream,</p>
<p class="t0">Across the rocks to the brimming tide</p>
<p class="t">Of the shining sea, its waters gleam.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">Low in the beeches, hid from sight,</p>
<p class="t">A robin is singing a song so sweet,</p>
<p class="t0">Its rapturous melody seems a flight</p>
<p class="t">Of song from Heaven’s own azure deep.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">O fateful river, now gleaming, now dark,</p>
<p class="t">Like my checkered life of shadow and sun,</p>
<p class="t0">But always through it the song of my heart</p>
<p class="t">Like the robin’s vesper, to God is sung.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">But ever the river rolls along</p>
<p class="t">With manifold crews of human souls;</p>
<p class="t0">And ever, the robin’s clear, sweet song</p>
<p class="t">Is heard afar as the river rolls.</p>
<p class="lr">—Amanda M. E. Booth.</p>
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