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Poems
The Bay of Naples' tender blue,
The sombre brown of Thames' dull tide,
The green that lurks in ocean's hue,—
They all are here and more beside.
The sombre brown of Thames' dull tide,
The green that lurks in ocean's hue,—
They all are here and more beside.
When sunbeams flash their parting light,
My river runs a molten gold;
Beneath the cold moon's softer light,
A silvery sheen her wavelets hold.
My river runs a molten gold;
Beneath the cold moon's softer light,
A silvery sheen her wavelets hold.
When morning greets the waiting world,
With blessings from the smile of God,
She's robed in amethyst and rose,—
A path where angels' feet have trod.
With blessings from the smile of God,
She's robed in amethyst and rose,—
A path where angels' feet have trod.
And when the twilight shadows come,
A soft sweet nun, in raiment gray,
She seems, demure, serene, with all
Her gayer garments laid away.
A soft sweet nun, in raiment gray,
She seems, demure, serene, with all
Her gayer garments laid away.
Her storied hills smile on my sight,
And Valor calls from every vale;
A voice comes from her waters bright,
And love-words echo on each gale.
And Valor calls from every vale;
A voice comes from her waters bright,
And love-words echo on each gale.
My heart shall feel her beauty still,
Though I may wander far and wide;
Methinks I'll sleep more peacefully,
If left to rest by Hudson's Tide.
Though I may wander far and wide;
Methinks I'll sleep more peacefully,
If left to rest by Hudson's Tide.
