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THE ORWELL.
The morning is bright, as the heart of the good,
The sun in his splendor bespangles the flood,
The river is broad, and the waters are clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
The sun in his splendor bespangles the flood,
The river is broad, and the waters are clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
The Heavens are pure as the Spirit of Love,
No clouds of obscurity, darken above,
The blue vault on high, is transcendently clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
No clouds of obscurity, darken above,
The blue vault on high, is transcendently clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
The tinge of the autumn, on wood in the van,
Now changing its feature like age in a man,
Keeps nature in countenance lovelily clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
Now changing its feature like age in a man,
Keeps nature in countenance lovelily clear;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
The vessel is sailing as virtue below,
With winds that are fairly propelling the prow,
The waters are dashing before its career;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
With winds that are fairly propelling the prow,
The waters are dashing before its career;
Ye beauties of Orwell, to me ye are dear.
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Ye beauties of Orwell! thou loveliest wave!
Thou River of Rivers, thy comfort I crave;
Thy tide flowing onward for ever will cheer,
The heart of the Poet to whom thou art dear
Thou River of Rivers, thy comfort I crave;
Thy tide flowing onward for ever will cheer,
The heart of the Poet to whom thou art dear
Ah long when my song can no longer be sung,
Shall thy beauties be told in the classical throng,
The virgin shall smile, and the lover revere,
The beauties of Orwell, to memory dear.
Shall thy beauties be told in the classical throng,
The virgin shall smile, and the lover revere,
The beauties of Orwell, to memory dear.
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