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Life is a stream / On which we strew / Petal by petal the flower of our heart; / The end lost in dream, / They float past our view, / We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope, / Crimsoned with joy, / We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; / Their widening scope, / Their distant employ, / We never shall know. And the stream as it flows / Sweeps them away, / Each one is gone / Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay / While years hurry on, / The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.