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OCTAVES IN A GARDEN: 15 by ARTHUR W. UPSON

First Line: MY SPENSER LAY THE DEWY GRASS UPON
Last Line: LOW CHANTING HIS GLAD PROTHALAMION.
Subject(s): THAMES (RIVER);
My Spenser lay the dewy grass upon,
His pages shone before me as I read—
Like the gold daisies gleaming round his bed
His lantern verses upward to me shone.
End never yet his song's rich note hath known;
"Sweet Thames" ran softly by his burthen sped,
And shall, while hymns are sung and prayers are said,
Low chanting his glad Prothalamion.



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