The river, the lake are things of beauty. Yet of what use is a view?

If I am a river, let me flow over dry lands, let me slake the thirst of parched fellows.
I have a sturdy back. Let me carry burdens for the weary.
(Letter #2,478)
The river, the lake are things of beauty. Yet of what use is a view?
If I am a river, let me flow over dry lands, let me slake the thirst of parched fellows.
I have a sturdy back. Let me carry burdens for the weary.
(Letter #2,478)
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