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William Wilfred Campbell, comp.  The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.  1913.
 
The River
By Frederick George Scott (1861–1944)
 
WHY hurry, little river?
  Why hurry to the sea?
There is nothing there to do
But to sink into the blue
  And all forgotten be.        5
There is nothing on that shore
But the tides for evermore,
And the faint and far-off line
Where the winds across the brine
For ever, ever roam        10
And never find a home.
 
Why hurry, little river,
  From the mountains and the mead,
Where the graceful elms are sleeping
  And the quiet cattle feed?        15
The loving shadows cool
The deep and restful pool,
And every tribute stream
Brings its own sweet woodland dream
Of the mighty woods that sleep        20
Where the sighs of earth are deep,
And the silent skies look down
On the savage mountain’s frown.
 
Oh, linger, little river!
  Your banks are all so fair,        25
Each morning is a hymn of praise,
  Each evening is a prayer.
All day the sunbeams glitter
  On your shallows and your bars,
And at night the dear God stills you        30
  With the music of the stars.
 
 
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