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DAY
BY
JAMES THOMSON
Waking
one morning
In a pleasant land,
By a river flowing
Over golden sand:--
Whence
flow ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We come flowing
From the Silent Land.
Whither
go ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We go flowing
To the Silent Land.
And
what is this fair realm?
A grain of golden sand
In the great darkness
Of the Silent Land.
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