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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
To the River Lodon
By Thomas Warton (1728–1790)
 
AH! what a weary race my feet have run,
  Since first I trod thy banks with alders crown’d,
  And thought my way was all through fairy ground,
Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun:
Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun!        5
  While pensive Memory traces back the round,
Which fills the varied interval between;
Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
Sweet native stream! those skies and suns so pure
  No more return, to cheer my evening road!        10
Yet still one, joy remains: that nor obscure,
  Nor useless, all my vacant days have flow’d,
From youth’s gay dawn to manhood’s prime mature;
  Nor with the Muse’s laurel unbestow’d.
 
 
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