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THE THAMES.
Through wooded banks and lovely ways
My silver waters flow:
I linger long in some sweet place
Where lilies blow:
My silver waters flow:
I linger long in some sweet place
Where lilies blow:
Past villages and towns I swim
With ever-widening size,
Until at last I chant my hymn
Where London lies.
With ever-widening size,
Until at last I chant my hymn
Where London lies.
The commerce of the world I bear,
Till seaward I have pass'd
And, blent with salt waves, onward fare
Through ocean vast.
Till seaward I have pass'd
And, blent with salt waves, onward fare
Through ocean vast.
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