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First Line: Cherwell, how pleased along thy willowed edge
Last Line: Till eve's last hush shall close the silent scene.
Subject(s): Rivers


Cherwell, how pleased along thy willowed edge
Erewhile I strayed, or when the morn began
To tinge the distant turret's gleamy fan,
Or evening glimmered o'er the sighing sedge!
And now reposed on thy lorn banks once more,
I bid the pipe farewell, and that sad lay
Whose music on my melancholy way
I wooed, amid thy waving willows hoar,
Seeking awhile to rest -- till the bright sun
Of joy returns, as when Heaven's beauteous bow
Beams on the night-storm's passing wings below: --
Whate'er betide, yet something have I won
Of solace, that may bear me on serene,
'Till eve's last hush shall close the silent scene.





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