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 In silence would its fondness prove. Enough, I know were mine thy pain Thou wouldst have been the friend to me That I have striven to be to thee. But let us choose another theme; Two days we now have traced this stream; And though as deep its bed, and wide, As when we first beheld its tide, The mountains hang around our way Repelling the broad light of day, Beetling as if their craggy sides Frowned vengeance on the foaming tides Which sap with ceaseless flow their feet. Escape is none for those who meet Within this chasm the foe they fear. If rightly we have judged, we near That awful precipice whose crest Groans with the weight of raging waves Which plunging down with perilous haste Are shattered in its yawning caves; Where echo-waking cataracts come Rushing with hoary crests of foam."