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| RUSH on, bold stream! thou sendest up | |
| Brave notes to all the woods around, | |
| When morning beams are gathering fast, | |
| And hushed is every human sound; | |
| I stand beneath the sombre hill, | 5 |
| The stars are dim o’er fount and rill, | |
| And still I hear thy waters play | |
| In welcome music, far away; | |
| Dash on, bold stream! I love the roar | |
| Thou sendest up from rock and shore. | 10 |
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| ’T is night in heaven,—the rustling leaves | |
| Are whispering of the coming storm, | |
| And, thundering down the river’s bed, | |
| I see thy lengthened, darkling form; | |
| No voices from the vales are heard, | 15 |
| The winds are low, each little bird | |
| Hath sought its quiet, rocking nest, | |
| Folded its wings, and gone to rest: | |
| And still I hear thy waters play | |
| In welcome music, far away. | 20 |
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| Oh! earth hath many a gallant show, | |
| Of towering peak and glacier height, | |
| But ne’er, beneath the glorious moon, | |
| Hath nature framed a lovelier sight | |
| Than thy fair tide with diamonds fraught, | 25 |
| When every drop with light is caught, | |
| And, o’er the bridge, the village girls | |
| Reflect below their waving curls, | |
| While merrily thy waters play | |
| In welcome music, far away! | 30 |
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