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RIVER SCENE
Now came the river sweeping round the nooks,By thirsty summer's pilgrimage subdued;
Dark and yet clear the glassy water looks,
As slow and easy in majestic mood
It sweeps along by osier-crowded glen
Until it seems an almost naked flood
Along the flats of the unwooded fen;
Yet even there prolific summer dwells
And garnishes its sides in vivid green
Of flags and reeds, the otter's pathless den.
Now lane without a guidepost plainly tells
The homeward path, while from a stile is seen
The open church tower and its little bells
And chimneys low where peaceful quiet dwells.
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