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IV. To the River Wenbeck

Written by: William Lisle Bowles | Biography
 AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, 
Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, 
In fancy's ear still making plaintive song 
To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem 
To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom, 
And in each breeze a pitying voice I hear 
Like sorrow's sighs upon misfortune's tomb.
Ah! soothing are your quiet scenes -- the tear Of him who passes weary on his way Shall thank you, as he turns to bid adieu: Onward a cheerless pilgrim he may stray, Yet oft as musing memory shall review The scenes that cheer'd his path with fairer ray, Delightful haunts, he will remember you.


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