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Rivers


Many rivers run
                      Down to many seas.
All my cares are one:
                      On what river of these
                      Could my heart have peace?


Two banks to each river.
                      None where I may stray
Hearing the rushes shiver
                      And seeing the river ever
                      Pass, yet seem to stay.


Maybe there is another
                       River, but far in Me.
There I may meet the Brother
                       Of my eternity;
                       In what God will this be ?
Nothing; all the leaves, Fallen from the tree.
                      To what grieves in me.