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A MIGHTY Hand from an exhaustless Urn	A
Pours forth the never ending Flood of Years	B
Among the nations How the rushing waves	C
Bear all before them On their foremost edge	D
And there alone is Life The Present there	E
Tosses and foams and fills the air with roar	F
Of mingled noises There are they who toil	G
And they who strive and they who feast and they	H
Who hurry to and fro The sturdy swain	I
Woodman and delver with the spade is there	E
And busy artisan beside his bench	J
And pallid student with his written roll	K
A moment on the mounting billow seen	L
The flood sweeps over them and they are gone	M
There groups of revellers whose brows are twined	N
With roses ride the topmost swell awhile	O
And as they raise their flowing cups and touch	P
The clinking brim to brim are whirled beneath	Q
The waves and disappear I hear the jar	R
Of beaten drums and thunders that break forth	S
From cannon where the advancing billow sends	T
Up to the sight long files of arm d men	U
That hurry to the charge through flame and smoke	V
The torrent bears them under whelmed and hid	W
Slayer and slain in heaps of bloody foam	X
Down go the steed and rider the plumed chief	Y
Sinks with his followers the head that wears	Z
The imperial diadem goes down beside	A2
The felon s with cropped ear and branded cheek	B2
A funeral train the torrent sweeps away	H
Bearers and bier and mourners By the bed	C2
Of one who dies men gather sorrowing	B2
And women weep aloud the flood rolls on	D2
The wail is stifled and the sobbing group	E2
Borne under Hark to that shrill sudden shout	F2
The cry of an applauding multitude	G2
Swayed by some loud voiced orator who wields	H2
The living mass as if he were its soul	K
The waters choke the shout and all is still	I2
Lo next a kneeling crowd and one who spreads	J2
The hands in prayer the engulfing wave o ertakes	J2
And swallows them and him A sculptor wields	J2
The chisel and the stricken marble grows	J2
To beauty at his easel eager eyed	A2
A painter stands and sunshine at his touch	P
Gathers upon his canvas and life glows	J2
A poet as he paces to and fro	K2
Murmurs his sounding lines A while they ride	A2
The advancing billow till its tossing crest	L2
Strikes them and flings them under while their tasks	J2
Are yet unfinished See a mother smile	O
On her young babe that smiles to her again	U
The torrent wrests it from her arms she shrieks	J2
And weeps and midst her tears is carried down	M2
A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray	H
To glistening pearls two lovers hand in hand	N2
Rise on the billowy swell and fondly look	B2
Into each other s eyes The rushing flood	O2
Flings them apart the youth goes down the maid	P2
With hands outstretched in vain and streaming eyes	J2
Waits for the next high wave to follow him	Q2
An aged man succeeds his bending form	R2
Sinks slowly Mingling with the sullen stream	S2
Gleam the white locks and then are seen no more	F
Lo wider grows the stream a sea like flood	O2
Saps earth s walled cities massive palaces	J2
Crumble before it fortresses and towers	J2
Dissolve in the swift waters populous realms	J2
Swept by the torrent see their ancient tribes	J2
Engulfed and lost their very languages	J2
Stifled and never to be uttered more	F
I pause and turn my eyes and looking back	B2
Where that tumultuous flood has been I see	J2
The silent ocean of the Past a waste	T2
Of waters weltering over graves its shores	J2
Strewn with the wreck of fleets where mast and hull	U2
Drop away piecemeal battlemented walls	J2
Frown idly green with moss and temples stand	N2
Unroofed forsaken by the worshipper	F
There lie memorial stones whence time has gnawed	V2
The graven legends thrones of kings o er turned	W2
The broken altars of forgotten gods	J2
Foundations of old cities and long streets	J2
Where never fall of human foot is heard	X2
On all the desolate pavement I behold	Y2
Dim glimmerings of lost jewels far within	Z2
The sleeping waters diamond sardonyx	J2
Ruby and topaz pearl and chrysolite	Y2
Once glittering at the banquet on fair brows	J2
That long ago were dust and all around	Y2
Strewn on the surface of that silent sea	J2
Are withering bridal wreaths and glossy locks	J2
Shorn from dear brows by loving hands and scrolls	J2
O erwritten haply with fond words of love	A3
And vows of friendship and fair pages flung	B2
Fresh from the printer s engine There they lie	B3
A moment and then sink away from sight	Y2
I look and the quick tears are in my eyes	J2
For I behold in every one of these	J2
A blighted hope a separate history	J2
Of human sorrows telling of dear ties	J2
Suddenly broken dreams of happiness	J2
Dissolved in air and happy days too brief	Y
That sorrowfully ended and I think	B2
How painfully must the poor heart have beat	Y2
In bosoms without number as the blow	K2
Was struck that slew their hope and broke their peace	J2
Sadly I turn and look before where yet	Y2
The Flood must pass and I behold a mist	Y2
Where swarm dissolving forms the brood of Hope	C3
Divinely fair that rest on banks of flowers	J2
Or wander among rainbows fading soon	D3
And reappearing haply giving place	J2
To forms of grisly aspect such as Fear	F
Shapes from the idle air where serpents lift	Y2
The head to strike and skeletons stretch forth	S
The bony arm in menace Further on	D2
A belt of darkness seems to bar the way	H
Long low and distant where the Life to come	E3
Touches the Life that is The Flood of Years	J2
Rolls toward it near and nearer It must pass	J2
That dismal barrier What is there beyond	Y2
Hear what the wise and good have said Beyond	Y2
That belt of darkness still the Years roll on	D2
More gently but with not less mighty sweep	F3
They gather up again and softly bear	F
All the sweet lives that late were over whelmed	Y2
And lost to sight all that in them was good	Y2
Noble and truly great and worthy of love	A3
The lives of infants and ingenuous youths	J2
Sages and saintly women who have made	Y2
Their households happy all are raised and borne	G3
By that great current in its onward sweep	F3
Wandering and rippling with caressing waves	J2
Around green islands with the breath	H3
Of flowers that never wither So they pass	J2
From stage to stage along the shining course	J2
Of that bright river broadening like a sea	J2
As its smooth eddies curl along their way	H
They bring old friends together hands are clasped	Y2
In joy unspeakable the mother s arms	J2
Again are folded round the child she loved	Y2
And lost Old sorrows are forgotten now	I3
Or but remembered to make sweet the hour	F
That overpays them wounded hearts that bled	Y2
Or broke are healed forever In the room	J3
Of this grief shadowed present there shall be	J2
A Present in whose reign no grief shall gnaw	K3
The heart and never shall a tender tie	Y2
Be broken in whose reign the eternal Change	L3
That waits on growth and action shall proceed	Y2
With everlasting Concord hand in hand	Y2

William Cullen Bryant

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