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Till it reached the plain below An altered thing, Bearing trace and sign Of its wandering.

Withered and noxious leaves Floated on its brim, And the blue, clear face of heaven Was in its mirror dim.

Just thus my heart has changed By the world which it has past; Ah, hope, and truth, and feeling, Are too pure to last.

But that stream will wash away Its earthly soil and stain, When its wandering has reached Its grave, the main.

And such is my heart's hope From sorrow and sully free, It will find a glorious home— Thy rest—eternity.