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 By shallow rivers, to whose falls
 Melodies birds sing madrigals.  
 By shallow rivers, to whose falls
 Melodies birds sing madrigals. 
 On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the 
banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. read more 
 On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the 
banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun 
of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached across 
the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. 
 How sweet to move at summer's eve
 By Clyde's meandering stream,
  When Sol in joy is seen read more 
 How sweet to move at summer's eve
 By Clyde's meandering stream,
  When Sol in joy is seen to leave
   The earth with crimson beam;
    When islands that wandered far
     Above his sea couch lie,
      And here and there some gem-like star
       Re-opes its sparkling eye. 
 Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
 . . . .
  In those fair fields read more 
 Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
 . . . .
  In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
   Or else where Cam his winding vales divides? 
 He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for 
his guide.
 [Fr., read more 
 He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for 
his guide.
 [Fr., Les rivieres sont des chemins qui marchant et qui portent 
ou l'on veut aller.] 
 From Stirling Castle we had seen
 The mazy Forth unravelled;
  Had trod the banks of Clyde and read more 
 From Stirling Castle we had seen
 The mazy Forth unravelled;
  Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,
   And with the Tweed had travelled;
    And when we came to Clovenford,
     Then said "my winsome marrow,"
      "Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
       And see the braes of Yarrow." 
 Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
 Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.  
 Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
 Cutting through the jungle with a golden track. 
 And see the rivers how they run
 Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
  Sometimes swift, read more 
 And see the rivers how they run
 Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
  Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,--
   Wave succeeding wave, they go
    A various journey to the deep,
     Like human life to endless sleep! 
 Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!
 My peace with these, my love with those.
  The bursting tears read more 
 Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!
 My peace with these, my love with those.
  The bursting tears my heart declare;
   Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.