The Stream of Life

Arthur Hugh Clough

1819 to 1861

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O stream descending to the sea,
Thy mossy banks between,
The flow’rets blow, the grasses grow,
The leafy trees green.

In garden plots the children play,
The fields labourers till,
And houses stand on either hand,
And descendest still.

O life descending into death,
Our waking behold,
Parent and friend thy lapse attend,
Companions young old.

Strong purposes our mind possess,
Our hearts affections fill,
We toil and earn, we seek and learn,
And descendest still.

O end to which our currents tend,
sea,
To which we flow, what do we know,
shall we guess of thee?

A roar we hear thy shore,
As we our course fulfil;
Scarce we a sun will shine
And be above us still.