I’ve heard the rushing of mountain torrents, gushing <br />Down through the rocks, in a cataract of spray, <br />Onward to the ocean; <br />Swift seemed their motion, <br />Till, lost in the desert, they dwindled away. <br /> <br />I’ve learnt the story of all human glory, <br />I’ve felt high resolves growing weaker every day, <br />Till cares, springing round me, <br />With creeping tendrils bound me, <br />And all I once hoped for was wearing fast away. <br /> <br />I’ve seen the river rolling on for ever, <br />Silent and strong, without tumult or display. <br />In the desert arid, <br />Its waters never tarried, <br />Till far out at sea we still found them on their way. <br /> <br />Now no more weary we faint in deserts dreary, <br />Toiling alone till the closing of the day; <br />All now is righted, <br />Our souls flow on united, <br />Till the years and their sorrows have all died away.<br /><br />James Clerk Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-heard-the-rushing/
