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 Where the willow branches bend, And to earth their shadows lend, Here its crystal waters wend—
 * Beautiful Keiskamma.

Through long valleys soft and green, 'Neath a cloudless heaven serene, Glittering in its silver sheen,
 * Flows the clear Keiskamma.

Where the rugged rocks protrude, And disturb its placid mood, 'Neath the shadowy yellow-wood,
 * Breaks the pure Keiskamma.

Where the river-horses splash, And the foaming breakers dash 'Gainst the rocks with mighty crash,
 * Sweeps the bright Keiskamma.

Here, though sinking fast away, For its waters may not stay, Lovely as throughout its way
 * Is the bright Keiskamma.

Then at last its journey o'er, Where it seeks the wild sea-shore, 'Midst the mighty ocean's roar,
 * Dies the sweet Keiskamma.

George E. Bulger.