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Beautiful Willamette

From the Cascades' frozen gorges,
 Leaping like a child at play,
Winding, widening through the valley,
 Bright Willamette glides away;
  Onward ever,
  Lovely River,
Softly calling to the sea,
  Time, that scars us,
  Maims and mars us,
Leaves no track or trench on thee.

Spring's green witchery is weaving
 Braid and border for thy side;
Grace forever haunts thy journey,
 Beauty dimples on thy tide;
Through the purple gates of morning
 Now thy roseate ripples dance
Golden then, when day, departing,
 On thy waters trails his lance,
  Waltzing, flashing,
  Tinkling, splashing,
Limpid volatile and free—
  Always hurried
  To be buried
In the bitter, moon-mad sea.

In thy crystal deeps inverted
 Swings a picture of the sky,
Like those wavering hopes of Aidenn,
 Dimly in our dreams that lie;
Clouded often, drowned in turmoil,
 Faint and lovely, far away—
Wreathing sunshine on the morrow,
 Breathing fragrance round today.
  Love would wander
  Here and ponder,