Alternation

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Title:     Alternation
Author: George Meredith [More Titles by Meredith]

Between the fountain and the rill
I passed, and saw the mighty will
To leap at sky; the careless run,
As earth would lead her little son.

Beneath them throbs an urgent well,
That here is play, and there is war.
I know not which had most to tell
Of whence we spring and what we are.

[The end]
George Meredith's poem: Alternation

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