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| A GLIMPSE of the river! it glimmers | |
| Through the stems of the beeches; | |
| Through the screen of the willows it shimmers | |
| In long winding reaches; | |
| Flowing so softly that scarcely | 5 |
| It seems to be flowing, | |
| But the reeds of the low little islands | |
| Are bent to its going; | |
| And soft as the breath of a sleeper | |
| Its heaving and sighing, | 10 |
| In the coves where the fleets of the lilies | |
| At anchor are lying: | |
| It looks as if fallen asleep | |
| In the lap of the meadows, and smiling | |
| Like a child in the grass, dreaming deep | 15 |
| Of the flowers and their golden beguiling. | |
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| A glimpse of the river! it glooms | |
| Underneath the dark arches; | |
| Across it the broad shadow looms, | |
| And the eager crowd marches; | 20 |
| Where waiting the feet of the city, | |
| Strong and swift it is flowing; | |
| On its bosom the ships of the nations | |
| Are coming and going; | |
| Heavy laden, it labors and spends, | 25 |
| In a great strain of duty, | |
| The power that was gathered and nursed | |
| In the calm and the beauty. | |
| Like thee, noble river, like thee! | |
| Let our lives in beginning and ending | 30 |
| Fair in their gathering be, | |
| And great in the time of their spending. | |
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