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Rush on, bold stream! thou sendest up
Brave notes to all the woods around,
When morning beams are gathering fast,
And hushed is every human sound;
I stand beneath the sombre hill,
The stars are dim o'er fount and rill,
And still I hear thy waters play,
In welcome music, far away.
Dash on, bold stream! I love the roar
Thou sendest up from rock and shore.

'Tis night in heaven,—the rustling leaves
Are whispering of the coming storm,
And thundering down the river's bed

I see thy lengthened, darkling form;