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Written near Richmond upon the Thames.

Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames ! that other bards may see,
As lovely visions by thy side
As now, fair river! come to me.
Oh glide, fair stream ! for ever so;
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
'Till all our minds for ever flow,
As thy deep waters now are flowing.

Vain thought ! yet be as now thou art,
That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poet's heart,
How bright, how solemn, how serene !
Such as did once the poet bless,
Who, pouring here a * later ditty,
Could find no refuge from distress,
But in the milder grief of pity.

Remembrance ! as we float along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his freezing sorrows more.
How calm ! how still! the only sound,
The dripping of the oar suspended !
-The evening darkness gathers round
By virtue's holiest powers attended.

* Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.

THE

IDIOT BOY.

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"Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
The moon is up the sky is blue,
The owlet in the moonlight air,
He shouts from nobody knows where ;
He lengthens out his lonely shout,
Halloo ! halloo! a long halloo!

-Why bustle thus about your door,
What means this bustle, Betty Foy?
Why are you in this mighty fret ?
And why on horseback have you set
Him whom you love, your idiot boy?

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