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The snow melts on the mountain And the water runs down to the spring, And the spring in a turbulent fountain, With a song of youth to sing, Runs down the riotous river, And the river flows to the sea, And the water again Goes back in rain To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if life's deep mystery Isn't much like the rain and the snow Returning through all eternity.
For life was born on the lofty heights And flows in a laughing stream, To the river below Whose onward flow Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last, When our life has passed And the river has run its course, It again goes back, O'er the selfsame track, To the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life Or why fear death Or dread what is to be? The river ran it's allotted span Till it reached the silent sea. Then the water harked back to the mountaintop To begin its course once more. So we shall run the course begun Till we reach the silent shore. Then revisit earth in a pure rebirth From the heart of the virgin snow. So don't ask why we live or die, Or whither, or when we go, Or wonder about the mysteries That only God may know. |
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