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IX. GLIDE ON, FAIR STREAM.
Glide on, fair stream, whose silver sound
Fills the green valley to its bound,
And falls in cadence deep and clear,
Like music on the listening ear,
'Till grief is in remembrance drowned.
Fills the green valley to its bound,
And falls in cadence deep and clear,
Like music on the listening ear,
'Till grief is in remembrance drowned.
Thy banks to me are haunted ground,
Recalling hours with blessings crowned:
Ah! would that they again were here!
Glide on, fair stream!
Recalling hours with blessings crowned:
Ah! would that they again were here!
Glide on, fair stream!
When musing here in thought profound,
Ghosts from the past my steps surround;
And, glassed within thy waves, appear
Faces I held and hold most dear,
And in whose light my life I found.
Glide on, fair stream!
Ghosts from the past my steps surround;
And, glassed within thy waves, appear
Faces I held and hold most dear,
And in whose light my life I found.
Glide on, fair stream!
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