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TO THE RIVER EDEN.
Sweet Stream! when on thy flow'ry banks I stray,Or trace the wild-wood, mead, or fertile vale;
And hear the songsters mourn departing day,
Or taste at morn the health-bestowing gale,
Remembrance paints the change, in every scene,
That now delights not, but calls forth a tear:
From friends, still priz'd, an exile sad I've been—
Life's joys are fled, and much have I to fear.
Sweet Stream! in fancy oft on thee I gaz'd,
When wand'ring with the Muse, in Erin's Isle;
And hope, perchance, in vain my spirits rais'd,
For hope, alas! oft whispers to beguile.
Now, sunk in want, on these lov'd banks I mourn,
And think of pleasures that can ne'er return!
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