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Agatha Tiegel Hanson 85 Semi-Mute A river deep of silence E’er swells our souls around. Its tide flows and submerges The weaker tide of sound. Now memory flashes through us, Now lingers with us long. Sweet strains of vanished music Make up its haunting song. Yet must we bear our burden, Yet must we walk our way, And slowly, surely build a work That will endure for aye. We can control the future, Can live for well or ill. Let us clasp hands and forward. There is no standing still. ...

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