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A POTOMAC PICTURE.
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A POTOMAC PICTURE.
LITTLE shallop floating slow alongThe fair Potomac's tide,
The oarsman, pausing for a simple song,
Sung softly at his side;—
A quaint, old-fashioned love-song, such as stirs
All tender souls, and thrills
To sudden youth the hearts of grandmothers,
Among New England's hills.
All tender souls, and thrills
To sudden youth the hearts of grandmothers,
Among New England's hills.
Great boughs of laurel garlanding the boat,
Won tom the bloomy store
Of forests, lying purple and remote
Along the eastern shore.
Won tom the bloomy store
Of forests, lying purple and remote
Along the eastern shore.
Far off, the city and the growing dome
Of the fair Capitol,—
White and ethereal as the feathery foam
Fringing the oar-blade's tail.
Of the fair Capitol,—
White and ethereal as the feathery foam
Fringing the oar-blade's tail.
