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The Poetry of Water
Hail! Hail! Anew!
How happy I feel, too,
Pierced by the Beautiful and True….
All things came from the watery view!
All things are sustained by water!
Ocean, grant us your realm forever.
If you didn’t produce the clouds,
No flowing streams would be allowed,
The rivers wouldn’t roar and shout,
The streams would never bubble out,
Where would hill, plain, and world be then?
The freshness of life’s what you maintain.