|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
ON ANGLING. 269
ON THE RHINE.
The Rhine, the Rhine, thou noble stream.
Where warlike deeds are told ; Where on thy banks St. Goar once stood,
His mission to unfold.*
Thy waters pure from mountain top,
Come rushing down the vale ; A pointed emblem of those feats,
Wrapp'd in thy wond'rous tale.
The peaceful angler treads the banks,
Where warriors oft hath led Their armies ; and patriots bold
For freedom's cause hath bled.
With waves of cloudsórich and glowing,
That hang upon thy breast, Thou seem'st a spot to charm the sense,
Where angler might be blest.
In summer heats I've sought thy shades,
Where cooling breezes blow ; Thy glorious landscapes, fresh and fair,
Make angler's bosoms glow.
Thy murmuring streams, pour'd o'er the rockr
Fall sweetly on the ear ; And soothes the troubled mind to rest,
When sadd'ning thoughts appear.
* St. Goar was the first preacher of Christianity to the inhabitants in thi* part of Europe.