Charles Evans Poems

Drop follows drop and swells,
With rain, the sweeping river;
Word follows word, and tells
A truth that lasts forever.
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Few the joys-oh! few and scattered-
That from fleeting life we borrow;
And we're paying, ever paying,
With an usury of sorrow!
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Thou gray old cliff, like turret raised on high,
With light-house mingling with the summer sky,
How long in lonely grandeur hast thou stood,
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