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8 THE SONG OF THE RIVER.
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SPRING from the rock, from the mountain side, Sparkling pure and bright; And I gather strength, as I rapidly glide From my birth-place into light.
Richness I bear to land and tree,
Beauty to hill and dale; Beast and bird delight in me,
Drink and are strong and hale.
Fresh are the flowers that deck my banks,
The sod is greenest there : And the warbling wing'd one's sing their thanks,
As they drink of me ev'ry where.
The traveller on burning sands,
The wanderer on the sea, Gasping for water, clasp their hands,
And wildly pray for me.
I am the only drink was given
To man, when pure and free; Return then to the streams of heaven,
You're safe when you drink of me. |
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9 SONG.
ROGER WILLIAMS' SPRING.
SOME sing the praise of rosy wine, Its sparkling color bright; But in such songs with them to join
We cannot take delight. We have a rich and noble theme,
Fit for a prince and king— 'Tis water, pure, and fresh, and good,
From Roger Williams' spring. |
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