Freston
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HUDSON'S TIDE
The German's toast their castled Rhine,
France always names her Seine with pride
The Thames is still fair England's boast,
But we have beauteous Hudson's Tide.
France always names her Seine with pride
The Thames is still fair England's boast,
But we have beauteous Hudson's Tide.
I've wandered over many lands,
And watched their waters ebb and flow;
But never yet have found as fair
A river as the one I know.
And watched their waters ebb and flow;
But never yet have found as fair
A river as the one I know.
I know each dimpling, sun-kissed wave,
I know her restless, throbbing heart,
Her frowns and smiles, her angry rage,
The fish that through her waters dart.
I know her restless, throbbing heart,
Her frowns and smiles, her angry rage,
The fish that through her waters dart.
I love them all! Her deep green hills,
Her rugged rocks, her nestling towns,
The laughter of her rushing rills,—
The darkness of her gloomy frowns.
Her rugged rocks, her nestling towns,
The laughter of her rushing rills,—
The darkness of her gloomy frowns.
