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TIVOLI FALLS.
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And then she bears me on through future years,
  When her frail prison will have passed away,
And she will look, with eyes undimmed by tears,
  Upon the glories of a brighter day;
And still thy waves will glide as soft along;
And still thy praise be sung in many a sweeter song.