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Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets read more
Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.
Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as read more
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.
Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.
We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
Which on read more
We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves
An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
