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Through shades of oak which have for centuries grown,
Wharf winds her way to Ilkley's ancient town;
No altars now unto her streams are raised,
As when the Roman sacrifices blazed;
Yet she rolls on, when Romans are no more,
Unworshipped, hastes to mix with ocean's roar.
More worthy is the mighty King of all,
Who raises kingdoms, speaks—and empires fall;
Who made all systems, and who formed the sun,
Who spoke, and bade yon crystal fountain run,
Praise to receive, and glory, power, and might,
Through Time, and in the blissful realms of light!