She guideth her children's feet
In many a flowery pathway;
And her strong life-currents beat,
Sometimes in intricate channels--
As a mountain stream may run--
But ever her purpose triumphs,
And ever the goal is won.
Her eyes are the eyes of Argus,
And she utters her decree:
The brook shall come to the river,
And the river shall reach the sea.
ANDREW DOWNING
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