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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WHY hurry, little river,<br>Why hurry to the sea?<br>There is nothing there to do<br>But to sink into the blue<br>And all forgotten be.<br>There is nothing on that shore<br>But the tides for evermore,<br>And the faint and far-off line<br>Where the winds across the brine<br>For ever, ever roam<br>And never find a home.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why hurry, little river,<br>From the mountains and the mead,<br>Where the graceful elms are sleeping<br>And the quiet cattle feed?<br>The loving shadows cool<br>The deep and restful pool;<br>And every tribute stream<br>Brings its own sweet woodland dream<br>Of the mighty woods that sleep<br>Where the sighs of earth are deep,<br>And the silent skies look down<br>On the savage mountain's frown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, linger, little river,<br>Your banks are all so fair,<br>Each morning is a hymn of praise,<br>Each evening is a prayer.<br>All day the sunbeams glitter<br>On your shallows and your bars,<br>And at night the dear God stills you<br>With the music of the stars.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a></strong></div>