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The Potomac,
(A FRAGMENT.)
Roll on thou noble stream, roll on,And let thy placid bosom flow;
Sweet woodland scenery thy shores adorn
With rocks, and sands below.
Behold upon thy noble banks,
Thy silvery tide white fringed, dash on the shore;
Through hills thou onward flow, and pranks!
Roll on sweet stream till time shall be no more!
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