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Rh On 's bank as the fisherman strays* ,
 * When the clear, cold eve's declining,

He sees the round towers of other days,
 * In the wave beneath him shining!

Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,
 * Catch a glimpse of the days that are over;

Thus, sighing, look thro' the waves of time
 * For the long faded glories they cover!