From too much love of living, from hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving whatever gods may be,
That no life lives for ever, that dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river; winds somewhere safe to sea.
From too much love of living, from hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving whatever gods may be,
That no life lives for ever, that dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river; winds somewhere safe to sea.
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