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He lived beside a stream that flowed due north,

Little did he possess of wit or worth,

But, like the stream that brought from summer climes

A warmer breath, he sought in bitter times

A hopeful song to sing of life and death,

And love that to the end encompasseth.

The river wound its way through mead and wood,

By town and city where brave structures stood,

Reflecting as it passed the city lights,

And in its lonely reaches starry nights

Made every wave and ripple brightly gleam

With rays of light, that glorified the stream.

A song that cheers the wayfarer by night,

A word diffusing friendship as a light,

Are but reflections of the Perfect Whole,

That mirrored forth, transform a man's own soul.