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AN ANGLER'S ADDRESS TO A RIVER.
Sportive young River, we've rambled together Over the mountain-moors, purpled with heather; On, where the foxglove and bracken wave over The blackcock and curlew, the pewit and plover ; And down the rough rocks with a shout of delight, Where the wild elfin birches are dancing in white ; And onwards again with a sparkle and splash To the dark, dusky woods of oak, alder, and ash ; And down deeper still to the green sunny valley, With frolic and laughter, with song and with sally.
Beautiful River ! full many a day In that green happy valley we've sauntered away, Watching the flight of the light cloudy shadows, Listing the low of the kine in the meadows, The chirp of the grasshopper, hum of the bee, And sweet loving song of the bird on the tree ; In a world of our own, without sorrow or sin, All peaceful around us, all peaceful within ; While gay pleasant fancies, profuse as the flowers, And musings of calm meditations were ours.
True-hearted River ! there came a sweet rill, Fresh as the morn, from a neighbouring hill ; And ye kissed, and united, and flowed on in one, O'er rugged and gentle, through shadow and sun ; |
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