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RIVER SONG
Ply the oars! away! away!
In each dew-drop of the morning
Lies the promise of a day.
Rivers from the sunrise flow,
Springing with the dewy morn;
Voyageurs 'gainst time do row,
Idle noon nor sunset know,
Ever even with the dawn.
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Since that first 'Away! away!'
Many a lengthy reach we 've rowed,
Still the sparrow on the spray
Hastes to usher in the day
With her simple-stanza'd ode.
