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The stream of melody | The stream of melody proceeds, | ||
Moves along with the life-stream. | |||
Cyclone, storm, and thunder; tenderness, | |||
Affection, and a friendly residence... | |||
One and all are tied up in melody; | |||
In melody | In melody they get frenzied. | ||
New Year's fresh luster, | |||
It mixed its melody with Yours. | |||
Nothing is | Nothing is unmusical | ||
In | In this field of cosmic sport. | ||
I know, my Friend, that You are only near; | |||
My load of joy and grief You have carried. | |||
When | When musing-musing on Your story, | ||
I float | I'll float adrift upon Your stream, | ||
In Your smile | In Your smile, this New Year's morning. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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