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Deaf American Poetry: An Anthology

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A river deep of silence
      Eer swells our souls around.
Its tide flows and submerges
      The weaker tide of sound.

Now memory flashes through us,
      Now lingers with us long.
Sweet strains of vanished music
      Make up its haunting song.

Yet must we bear our burden,
      Yet must we walk our way,
And slowly, surely build a work
      That will endure for aye.

We can control the future,
      Can live or well or ill.
Let us clasp hands and forward.
      There is no standing still.

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