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73
TO THE RIVER THAMES.
Thames, king of Rivers, Ocean's eldest son,Majestic husband of that learned stream,
Which every worthy Poet makes his theme,
And does by Oxford, softly-pacing, run,
Isis, thy laughing mate; the genial Sun
Illumes thy water with a temperate beam;
And, though with paved gold thou dost not gleam,
Yet greater praises by thy wave are won:
Thou, more than Tiber, wear'st a thicker crown
Of verdant laurel, and of watery sedge;
And, more than Rome, the World-defending Town,
Augusta, smiles upon thy sacred edge;
Deep as thy water, Thames, is thy renown,
Of which this verse shall be another pledge.
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