16.12.2012, 20:31
I. T. SHEWELL.
TO THE RIVER ORWELL
ORWELL, delightful stream, whose waters flow
Fring'd with luxuriant beauty to the main !
Amid thy woodlands taught, the Muse could fain,
On thee, her grateful eulogy bestow.
Smooth and majestic though thy current glide,
And bustling Commerce plough thy liquid plain ;
Tho' grac'd with loveliness thy verdant side,
While all around enchantment seems to reign:
These glories still, with filial love, I taste,
And feel their praise; — yet thou hast one beside
To me more sweet ; for on thy banks reside,
Friendship and Truth combin'd; whose union chaste
Has sooth'd my soul ; — and these shall bloom sublime,
When fade thefleeting charms of Nature andof Time.
TO THE RIVER ORWELL
ORWELL, delightful stream, whose waters flow
Fring'd with luxuriant beauty to the main !
Amid thy woodlands taught, the Muse could fain,
On thee, her grateful eulogy bestow.
Smooth and majestic though thy current glide,
And bustling Commerce plough thy liquid plain ;
Tho' grac'd with loveliness thy verdant side,
While all around enchantment seems to reign:
These glories still, with filial love, I taste,
And feel their praise; — yet thou hast one beside
To me more sweet ; for on thy banks reside,
Friendship and Truth combin'd; whose union chaste
Has sooth'd my soul ; — and these shall bloom sublime,
When fade thefleeting charms of Nature andof Time.