Analogue
Waves forever moving,
Running to and fro;
Restless and impatient
As they come and go.
Bringing naught with coming,
Taking naught away;
So like all men living;
So like night and day.
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Beachcomber
Life and living, death and dying;
Mortal tides which ebb and flow,
Begin and end when tide is lowest,
Whether flood be high or low.
So in rising and in falling,
Measure not how high they reach,
But instead, upon their ebbing,
What they leave upon the beach.
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