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But if, where silvery currents rove, Thy heart, grown still and sage, Hath learned to read the words of love That shine o'er nature's page; If holy thoughts thy guests have been, Under the shade of willows green;

Then, lover of the silent hour By deep lone waters past, Thence hast thou drawn a faith, a power, To cheer thee through the last; And, wont on brighter worlds to dwell, Mayst calmly bid thy streams farewell.