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gently, thus for ever glide,

O Thames! that other Bards may see

As lovely visions by thy side

As now, fair River! come to me.

O glide, fair Stream! for ever so,

Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,

Till all our minds for ever flow

As thy deep waters now are flowing.