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OCTAVES IN A GARDEN: 14. OLD SONG AND A RIVER by ARTHUR W. UPSON

First Line: IT WAS THE LIP OF MURMURING THAMES ALONG
Last Line: "SWEET THAMES, RUN SOFTLY TILL I END MY SONG."
Subject(s): THAMES (RIVER);
IT was the lip of murmuring Thames along
When new lights sought the woods all strangely fair,
Such quiet lights as saints transfigured wear
In minster windows crept the woods among.
And far as from some hazy hill, yet strong,
Methought an upland shepherd piped it there,
Rousing a silvern echo in her lair:
@3"Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song."@1



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