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[From many a fount on distant moor or fell]
From many a fount on distant moor or fellThe sacred waters to the vale descend,
Through trackless gorge or dark secluded dell,
Till in one ampler stream they meet and blend
At first impetuous, with headlong course,
From rock to rock the river rends its way:
Then by degrees its passions lose their force,
And ripples glance where foam-bells used to play.
So gliding onward, deep and calm and wide,
A sea-like river journeying to the sea,
It meets the silent influx of the tide,
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Free with the freedom of the boundless deep;
Blest with the blessing of its moonlit sleep.
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