isa-normaladvance-1913-00179

Description:	THE NORMAL ADVANCE179paper bill on time or without complaint anyway.) The happiest hours I have ever had,have come to me while Bone and I sat in theshade on the rivers bank and watched this oldgrouch sweat and toil and expend time andenergy in trying to make the Pirate run. It isreally quite sweet revenge, for the Pirate istamed.THE STREAM OF TIME.This tract which the river of TimeNow flows through with us, is the plain.Gone is the calm of its earlier shoreBordered by cities, and hoarseAVith a thousand cries in its stream.And we on its breast, our mindsAre confused as the cries which we hearChanging and shot as the sights which we see.And we say that repose has fledForever the course of the river of Time,That cities will crowd to its edgeIn a blacker, incessanter line That the din will be more on its banks,Denser the trade on its stream,Flatter the plain where it flows,Fiercer the sun overhead,That never will those, on its breastSee an ennobling sight,Drink of the feeling of quiet again.But what was before us we know not,And we know not what shall succeed.Haply the river of Time—As it grows, as the town on its margeFling their wavering lightsOn a wider statelier stream—May acquire, if not the calmOf its early mountainous shore,Yet a solemn peace of its own.And the width of the waters, the hushOf the grey expanse where he floats,Freshing its current and spotted with foamAs it draws to the ocean may strikePeace to the soul of the man on its breast—As the pale waste widens around him,As the banks fade dimmer away,As the stars come out and the night windBrings up the streamMurmurs and scents of the infinite sea.—Matthew Arnold.
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Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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