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First Line: Your murmurs bring the pleasant breath
Last Line: Amid the rush of streams!
Subject(s): Streams; Ireland; Homesickness; Irish

YOUR murmurs bring the pleasant breath
Of many a sylvan scene;
They tell of sweet and sunny vales,
And woodlands wildly green;
Ye cheer the lonely heart of age, --
Ye fill the exile's dreams
With hope and home and memory, --
Ye unforgotten streams.

Too soon the blessed springs of love
To bitter fountains turn,
And deserts drink the stream that flows
From hope's exhaustless urn;
And faint, upon the waves of life,
May fall the summer beams;
But they linger long and bright with you,
Ye sweet unchanging streams.

The bards -- the ancient bards -- who sang
When thought and song were new, --
O mighty waters! did they learn
Their minstrelsy from you?
For still, methinks, your voices blend
With all their glorious themes,
That flow for ever fresh and free
As the eternal streams.

Well might the sainted seer of old,
Who trod the tearless shore,
Like many waters deem the voice
The angel hosts adore!
For still, where deep the rivers roll,
Or far the torrent gleams,
Our spirits hear the voice of God
Amid the rush of streams!

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