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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.