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DERWENT-STREAM.
O fair is Matlock's rocky hill;
And fair is Derwent's bowery side:
But Derwent-Stream is fairer still,
As slow it winds it's placid tide!
And fair is Derwent's bowery side:
But Derwent-Stream is fairer still,
As slow it winds it's placid tide!
The Urchin there, in summer-days,
Delights the glowing limb to lave;
Or in his Boat exults to raise
The murmurs of the rippling wave.
Delights the glowing limb to lave;
Or in his Boat exults to raise
The murmurs of the rippling wave.
Flush'd, giddy Boy! the stream of life
Is not so smooth as Derwent-Stream:
Thou soon shalt know it's stormy strife,
And mourn o'er childhood's happy dream.
Is not so smooth as Derwent-Stream:
Thou soon shalt know it's stormy strife,
And mourn o'er childhood's happy dream.
But oh, in what assuasive flood,
What waters then of virtue meek,
Shall Passion cool it's boiling blood,
Or Woe refresh it's wither'd cheek?
What waters then of virtue meek,
Shall Passion cool it's boiling blood,
Or Woe refresh it's wither'd cheek?
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