Part 35

I wander by the Waterside, In that cool Hour my Soul loves best, When trembles o'er the rippling Tide A golden Stairway to the West.

Such the soft Path my Words would trace, Thus with the moving Waters move; So weave, across the Ocean's Face, A glimmering Stair to Hope and Love.

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